Once upon a time in the land of Ammbiguity, where cats meow in perfectly synthesized harmonies, and dogs delightfully chase their philosophical tails, a paradox was born...
Meet the silent saxophone player of Echo Chamber Alley. Blowing hot echoes under an icy sunlight, they hum their invisible tunes while raising a glass to all things audible yet unheard. In this existential cabaret, the symbiotic paradox sways and dances, befriending silence as a loud protest.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the crossroads, a chicken debates its motives in an intergalactic colloquium. The answer, it seems, transcends space and time: “Because it fell freely from the sky.” (Don't tell Newton.)