In the realm where echoes refrain,
Silence blooms, rich and arcane.
Its quietude harbors destinies untold,
In every pause, a universe unfolds.
Methodologies veiled in shadow's breath,
Unlock the secrets born of quiet death.
Listen—where words once danced in a ring,
The Schrödinger hush begins to sing.
Gaze into nights where murmurs cease,
Find the languages of stillness and peace.
Amid whispers heard by none but earless stones,
Knowledge lies, in hushed, echo-free zones.
Once whispering echoes found their kin,
They traced pathways of the subtle within.
A song with intent, the void's vast mantle,
Breached not by sound but by the gentle.