In a universe clad in shadows, the echoes swirled like mischievous spirits seeking a haven. The primordial murmur sang a lullaby of television static, an irony crafted from the fabric of cosmic threads.
Listen closely, and you might hear them whisper tales of a forgotten calendar, the pious watchmen flipping pages while the night waltzes with dawn. Or were they merely counting the sheep that never returned?
Beyond the veil, the chirrup of alien crickets aligns with the symphony of silent suns. Each note a cosmic punchline delivered to an audience of ponderous celestial beans.
The universe sketches outlines in the shape of ratios and equations, a hieroglyph of the absurd enigma. Illuminating the path to enlightenment that detours through every forgotten grimoire amassed in the library of cosmic silence.