In the depths of the void, silences resonate. They gather, huddling closer, whispering in an arcane dialect unbidden by light. It is here, amidst the folds of cosmic fabric, where echoes begin their frigid journey; an unfinished symphony drifting through cold vastness.
Stochastic reverberations carve the silence, their trajectories dissected by geodesics in a four-dimensional dance. The quantum ghostliness amplifies this encore of vacuity, a delicate pulse in the domain of nothingness.
Beyond perception and understanding lies an echo's true genesis—a tolling, invisible bell that rings forever, its sound unformed, yet distinctly overt.