In the echo of silence, we find our loudest statements. A cheeky grin here, a conspiratorial nod there. The universe does not need to be asked twice, for its answers are written in the stars of our own making.
Consider the chair—an entity boldly defying gravity's laws while quietly supporting our very human endeavors. It whispers in wooden tongues, a tale of silent rebellion. Herein lies the chair's satire: unyielding, uncomplaining, yet undeniably pivotal in our comfortable lives. See Silent Wait for a note.
The clouds, too, speak in riddles. They billow with such grandeur, only to drip their secrets upon the unsuspecting groundlings. Yet, do they mock us or have we simply projected our human frailties onto their airy forms? Ironic Fall awaits your contemplation.
"In whispers, worlds collide silently, irreversibly, and with most excellent irony."