Transmission 04157: The murmuring depths speak an ancient tongue not meant for mortal ears. Do we hear it or merely mimic its echo?
Transmission 04158: They ask not what you are, but when. Revelation is but a trick played upon your understanding.
Transmission 04159: Beneath the waves, the question trembles - Do notions arise from thought, or do they fall like leaves into the pool of existence?
Just as Persephone plucks the bloom, it is said that Orpheus' song weaves the cosmic pulse. Let us ponder the disappearance of reason into melody.
What hath the void bestowed?
Entropy's gentle caress
Truth - A brittle glass on the edge