In the epoch of silent celestial vibrato, there lies a melody unheard by human eardrum. The stars, minstrels of the void, compose symphonies woven with waves of light. Have you ever pondered the scales on which they sing?
It is hypothesized, though fiercely contested at symposiums of recursion, that black holes hold the key to audibility in this astral struggle of sonorous cables. One might wonder: what would a wave's existential crisis look like, leaping between particles?
Absurdly, the tides themselves dance to this cosmic original score, unaware of their role as dancers in an eternal waltz with time's stars.