In the realm where shadows weave tales of silence,
the static whispers speak in tongues unspoken.
Each grain a marker of thought, pondering its own void,
translating chaotic noise into the lexicon of dreams.
Imagine the universe, a cosmic antenna,
tuned to the frequencies of what could never be.
Philosophies tangled in wires, echoes lost in space,
resonating with the sound of nothingness.
Do static noises harbor secrets of the cosmos,
or are they mere echoes of a world unheard,
forever chronicling the shadows of perception,
where vision meets the edge of oblivion?