Between the cracks of silence, where the radio murmurs static secrets, I found your voice — an ardent vibration longing to be heard.
The hypnotic hum translated into words, passionate and eloquent, yet spoken through the whispers of electrons dancing.

"I found you," I whisper back, amidst the clamor of broken frequencies, "as if your soul were woven into the very fabric of this noise." Bitter sweet, your presence lingers here.

Could it be that in the static realm, where mysteries hide, our hearts resonate on the same frequency? Let the world whisper, let it scream, for I will always hear you through the noise.

Faint Signals
Unheard Echoes