The secret, dare one term it a mere secret, subsists in the delicate oscillation between realms: a whisper, a twitch. Hidden frequencies lie dormant, awaiting the curious executor of fate, some intrepid soul with the map not yet eroded by time or tears...
"It is the blender of despair grinding through ontology's chasms that render turbid pools of cosmic poetry. In the clutches of missing frequencies, one finds a dance of forgotten molecules."