A Sketch in the Void

You have found the place where the ink seeps and the echoes roam.

This is the void.

Yet all around you drift melodies, musings, mutterings, and snatches of incoherent muddle plucked from an untamed dreamer's heartstrings.

They are the sketch.

You are not required to fathom the lines, but you ARE beckoned to fly with me over this vast, white landscape...

...and you are welcome to add some scribbles of your own.