In the stillness where echoes inevitably retreat.
There lies a chorus, dimmed by transient time,
A requiem of truths unheard, concealed, sealed.

The those *whisper* of an abandoned elegance,
Insists on resonance within, upon gentle plucking,
A divergence initiated by your silent inquiry.

Codex 54791 whispers: Observe beyond mere murmurs. The tapestry of voices threads an understanding, transcending the auditory.