In a vastness where whispers dare not venture, the molecules of air perform a ballet of cryptic silence. But what is silence, if not an echo waiting to be born?
Imagine sound as an entity, capriciously emitted by the universe, seeking refuge in corners and hollows. Its retreat is calculated, methodical yet filled with childlike mischief, clambering over rocks, diving beneath waves, darting through inexplicable realms.
A frequency, once vibrant, now dwindles like a star succumbing to gentle oblivion. Scientists, in lab coats bespeckled with dreams, ponder on its escape velocity, its yearning to traverse beyond dimensions dissected in textbooks.
Now, contemplate the echoes of a place called 'Neverland'. Here, even the shadows whisper back, a cacophony of silences. The trees listen, their bark lined with secrets, while stars blink rhythmically, reminding us of lullabies never sung.
Do echoes know fear? Or do they find solace in their own dispersion? In the heart of darkness, where sound fears to tread, lies a resonance eternal, untouched by the hand of time.
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