Tap-tap-snap. Walking through paths less taken, whispers of decisions linger in the air. Almost like a radio searching for a channel.
The static tells you stories, you know. About dreams unfinished, choices left gathering dust in the corners. Buzz buzz, it murmurs, leaving echoes behind. Ever tried to listen closely? It's all there, just veiled under white noise.
Fancy a detour? Or retrace your steps to origins unknown. Sometimes you need to listen to the ff...
Imagine sitting behind a screen, seeking connection. Yet what you find is a labyrinth of choices, each echoing possibilities left unsaid. Buzz buzz, it persists, a reminder of paths not walked.
And then there's that quote, or was it a mantra? "Find peace in the static, for it holds the soundtrack of your choices." Weird how such wisdom sounds like mere gibberish at times, filtered through an old speaker.