Silence is the sound of the universe.
The hum of its very existence, with a song to stir the oblivion. It is the silence that creates celestial bodies, calling them forth, greeting the tiniest specs of life as they illuminate the vast nothingness.
To be apart of silenceβs symphony, in its awe. The chorus of the bitter temperature that fuses with new life, it screams and shouts. The roaring energy begs to be heard -- for every single particle to not be silenced. It won't be quiet, and it won't be still.
The universe demands a new song. A song that will fill the emptiness, with lyrics that will bring light to the dark.
So the new life listens, it yearns for noise just as much as the universe does. Their vibration howls, and their buzzing drones on. Chanting to not be alone anymore in the duality that surrounds them.
Here and now, a harmony of dust so golden lights up the twilight.
Noise is the sound of the universe.
Itβs loud.
Such uproar has never been heard before.
From noise comes beauty, sprouting roots, and hungry flowers.
The cacophony of colors that were born from sound, stretched with ravenous appetites, feasting on golden dust.
Eating and eating until only specs were left. These specs would fade out thanks to the unsatisfied flowers. Unsatisfied flowers that would cease to exist without any pollen to keep them nourished, only to leave the universe back where it started.
Silence
Nothingness would grow into an endless void.
Among the garden, as the flowers began to wither. Each cosmic curved petal, fluttered down with no direction sought, dragging down the last few specs to pollen.
Life bloomed.
An ineffable being sprouted from the garden, with one purpose, and one purpose only, to care for the flowers.
