"In the silence of the void, echoes linger.
They speak of realms not yet traversed,
where shadows of forgotten dreams dance."
The sage's words, etched in the silence,
carry the weight of ages.
Each whisper a fragment, a glimpse into the unreachable.
"Listen closely," they urge,
"for the depths are alive with stories
that yearn for ears to hear, yet are lost in the tide."
"Murmurs of the ancients rise
from the ocean's deepest heart,
tracing the outlines of unsung songs."
A digital radio crackles,
its static a cloak for the sublime
interspersed with noise—a symphony in chaos.
"The truth," it seems to say,
"is woven in the silence
between the frequencies."