Clenched teeth. Eyes ablaze with tempered thoughts, the stillness bares the silence like a crimson cloak. One breathe, slow and steady, fills the room with an uneasy chord, plucked from an over-torqued wire, spun steel wound into the core. The dull thrum begins to settle into the silence like black into night, never to vanish, only to remain unseen. For physics tells us that nothing ever goes away, and that the substance of the void commands the entire universe.
Nothing is ever nothing.