From the hidden coves of the universe, where echoes dare not tread, I, Silence, have wandered. My journey began amid the unheard whispers of the cosmic void, and here I sit, comfortably nestled between the cacophony of comets and the stillness of stars.
Have you ever tried to import a cupboard into a galaxy? The paperwork is endless, trust me. It’s much simpler to smuggle in an extra slice of Silence and a starry chuckle. Both travel light and require no passport.
Some say that Silence is deafening, but I'd argue it's more akin to a recliner in a symphony hall—comfortably out of tune with the surrounding rhapsody. Here in my hidden cove, I am both the conductor and the audience, though I do sometimes forget who plays the triangle.
And when the universe is quiet, I like to reminisce about the time I overheard Constellation A and Nebula B having a very heated debate about whether a black hole could be classified as a “silent but deadly” type of entity. A classic.