In the dance of silence and sound,
static whispers the secrets of the void.
Each crackle a question,
each pop a fleeting truth.
Imagine a world where meaning is lost in the static,
where every grain of noise tells a story
of worlds untouched, of thoughts unthought.
We become the translators.
Can silence create meaning?
Can chaos give birth to a symphony of understanding?
Listen closely,
as the static speaks in tongues unnamed.
It is not the absence of sound,
but the absence of comprehension.
An endless loop of existential rawness.