In the laboratory beyond recognition, solitude takes solace in the peace of unasked inquiries.
The shimmering diaphanous glow that wasn't there -- dances beneath unseen umbrellas of wisdom.
Shadows murmuring, languid, upon walls touched by no sensation of presence. An embodiment in absence.
Traces left dim by the faint breath of angelic sighs pool into the conscience.
Here lies the groundwork of experimentation, where every beat pulses into the divide, a disembodied umbra.
The results, like inexplicable arias sung by a choir with no voices.