Dust, by Ujin Lee and Tom Edwards.
Maybe it is safe to say that sometimes it takes a little time for things to gather; after all, we originate from the dusts of this universe, and therefore, all our creations too will come from the same nebulaic womb, slowly, slowly, slowly it comes together, linking hands.
In other words, the silence here is not intentional. The hubris of our thoughts are in the process of being collected.
