The silence speaks in tongues forgotten, a whisper of labyrinthine echoes.
In the void, the voids are many, and each is a universe of absurdities.
Can you hear the unsung songs of the stars, hidden behind veils of cosmic dust?
Absurdity, like an unseen tide, flows through the corridors of time, reshaping destinies with gentle hands.
The winds carry secrets of the ancients, etched in glyphs that dance upon the edges of understanding.