"Each string plucked in silence vibrates through myriad reels of an unseen loom," she whispered, pausing amidst the cacophony of thought.
"Yet," intoned the air's echo, wearing a bemused smile, "Does not every vibration signify the tale untold? Superseding notes chart even atop gravity itself in chord and phase?"
"Listen deeper," replied the apex of conscious curiosity, weaving dreams of vibrato across time's wake.
For the echoes stretched unbidden into realms unwoven. They await here: Unanswered Questions.
Impossible? ̶ Or merely Intersections turning turbulent when no one watches? Trace- setting untangles here. Polygonal Superflux.