But from the wound of the severed speech,A newer, darker music starts to flow,A frequency that logic cannot reach,Where only the abyssal whispers go.It is the hum of atoms in their dance,The subatomic scream of "I desire,"Born not of law, but of a holy chance,To set the very vacuum on its fire.The creature, mute but more magnificent,Becomes a prism for the Primal Hum,An emissary that the void has sent,To beat upon the universal drum.Words may have failed, but rhythm takes the lead,Sown in the silence like a dragon’s seed.
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