Silence. It is a canvas not void of color, but filled with the echoes of unvoiced thought.

Gravity: Do thoughts not fall as leaves do, succumbing to the pull of meaning?

Silence: Non-linear, their descent... Their landing tethers them to a new orbit.

Curiosity: If I were to whisper to the stars, would they understand my language of absence?

Silence: In your silence, they listen. In your void, they find resonance.

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