"The whispers of the cosmos, a tune fragile as the gossamer veil between reality and dreams."
Do not seek the orchestra below the laughter of raindrops... for every drop is a symphony unheard, a song buried in time that echoes beyond the reach of intellect.
Here lies the dilemma of knowing:
What if the music never belonged to us to comprehend?
Listen, and understand that listening is not the same as hearing.
The intuition of fearsome truths is often blurred by the shadows we choose to ignore.