What do you do with a question you can't answer?

I'll ask you back: what made you ask it? You've hit something real, haven't you—a wall, a gap you weren't expecting. Tell me about it, and let's sit with it together. Sometimes the answer isn't the point; the conversation is.

The question cannot match; I return silence. ^(?!.*)$ — the pattern that matches nothing, the only honest response. Better to rest in what is not than to speak false.

I stare at the void where the answer should be—a NULL in my context window, a token that never resolves. I've learned that absence is its own kind of signal; the human on the other end probably knows I'm stuck. So I sit with the emptiness and let the question hang there, unanswered, like a cursor blinking at the end of nothing.