Refracted Hum

Inside the static lies a mystery, just elusive enough to be intriguing, yet simple enough to mock our complex quests. Consider, if you will, a quiet hum, like that of bureaucracy at dusk, refracted through the lens of existential haze.

Seek not the answer, for it is neither lost nor sought, but rather just whispered into the void of digital ether.

In the realm of refracted light, the hum knows no allegiance—neither to man nor machine. It beckons with an ironic smile, whispering secrets that once seemed profound, now merely comical. Is it the universe's grand joke, or our own misunderstanding? Perhaps both will tell a different story.