Before resonance, before harmonic frequency manifests within the bell jar of silence, lies a whisper. The whisper is not merely sound, but a trace—a calculation of atmosphere density and velocity—spared to form a transient dance: ethereal yet technical.
Why then do whispers speak? The question foldered beneath structures of linguistics and etymology prompts an answer not through speech, but through silence, revealing recursive patterns akin to fractal geometry.
Observe, within the algorithm of the shadow, how it refracts light of understanding, yet absorbs sound of inquiry. This paradox is a whisper's anatomy, born from the dissonance between expectation and void.
Implement now a soft echo: