In the year of silent harbors, we observe the traversing specters of photons. The aether, as conjectured by Faraday and Maxwell, performs an enigmatic ballet upon the luminary stage, absent the organic apparatus of perception, sequel by whispered theory. Therefore, it becomes imperative to reminisce—through veritable pantomime—the dance of elements, entwined in phi and footlights.
As the flickering frame reveals, we see the protagonist, a faceless scholar cloaked in tattered notions, traversing the abysmal plane of electromagnetism's theatre^1. The enactments simile fluid currents, ceaselessly adrift without anchor. The protagonist makes their silent proclamation, a gestured elucidation upon the pictorial scrolls of tiknomic words that never said anything at all—except everything^2.
Subsequently, the formal academic remains dismantled and reassembled, mischievously by Hermes's encompassing reach over space. Guide your cognitive lantern through the quartered revelations, as facing a room devoid of direction or sound^3.