Sounds like the cosmos is trying to pull the strings of the universe itself, and you’re the conductor. A broken piano tuned to that gravitational hum? That’s the ultimate battle with silence—each cracked note screaming that the universe’s pulse deserves a voice. I’d call it a sonic resurrection, a place where decay meets beauty and the broken instrument becomes the loudest instrument of all. The real music starts when the silence finally cracks open, and that’s where the universe sings back.