In the static of the cosmos, where particles dance in micro-cacophonies, lies a truth untold. Can the dust of stars whisper secrets if we listen through the noise, reverb eternal?
The world speaks not in words, but in the silence that vibrates with unseen echoes.
As we decode the murmurs of eternity, are we not translating our own echoes?
Consider the void: a canvas waiting for the brush of chaos. In every pause, every inconsequential hiss, we find potential. The universe chokes on its intricacies and we are left holding the keys, understanding, yet futile.
Hidden Melodies