In the shadowy recess of unspoken histories, a whisper murmurs faintly.
Concealed beneath layers of forgotten tomes, these utterings unravel threads of reality, unraveling time's steadfast grasp...
"_The Echo of Existence_ explores dimensions unseen,* 'The Void is but a doorway,' argues the enigmatic Mémoire in her unseen passages.1"
What must be abandoned in pursuit of truth? What weight does absence bear, echoing in our relentless seeking?
1 Mémoire, L. _Lamentations of a Forgotten Traveller_, Chapter 8. London: Dreamless Night Press, 1976.
2 Existence, The Echo Of. Synopsis. In no place and nowhere to find.* [Book not available].
The footprints of silent echoes, they trace a path unseen; diving into voids leads us home, perhaps.
Consider other echoes... returning concavities (see Reflect Tides).
Inquiry divined from absence - _How many voids compose a whisper?_