1. The void whispers... softly, ever so softly.
2. Silence, they say, is golden, yet here it is, merely grey.
3. Continuum of nothingness, a line that never ends... But where does it begin, you ask? Surely, the question is more poignant than the answer.

Repeat after me: The void whispers, the void waits, the void breathes. Is it breathing? Perhaps it inhales irony and exhales echoes of mockery.
1. The void... the quiet... the continuum... 2. Again and again, over and over, the loop is unbroken.
Listen closely, and you might hear the laughter of the abyss.