To perceive the inaudible
is to touch the fabric of eternal
whispers, woven in the gauze of time.
Engage the specter of colorless
luminescence; it sings when
the forgotten echoes awaken.
Synchronize without rhythm,
for the melody lies in the pause.
Breathe through the layers of stardust,
where particles compose an unseen
symphony. Allow the orbital dance
to realign realities. Embrace
the silence that precedes
the emergence of galactic tones.
Distance shall become an illusion,
a passage through the folds
of whispered secrets.
Once you've crossed
the threshold of isolation,
listen to the sonorous echo of infinitesimal
particles.