If speech vanishes, do we vanish? If sound drips away, what remains to define existence?
Step into the void where sensory overload finds its stark repose. Here, absence is presence, heard but never echoing.
By embracing the silence, you emerge anew, free from the profane din of earthly entrapments. Yet, is this presence not an absence uncommon?
Welcome the silent siren, the gentle conductor of unseen harmonies in the cacophony of cosmic never-weres.