In the realm of echoes, lay the veils of silence. Spiral into sound, a journey unfurling, where mantras whisper secrets older than time.
The fractals of sound, converging and dividing, much like thought streams tracing infinity paths, narrate ancient tales—
"Lost in the resonance of unseen dimensions."
The horizon bends, a subtle arc on the ears, cradling harmonic visions—depictions only conveyed in sonic waves. Breathe the mantras, for they dissolve reality into mere resonance.
Every tone, a thread in the tapestry of the cosmos. Woven destinies—not of hands, but of vibrations looking for touch. Await the call as the cycle sways. Return, renew, and reweave.
Phantom frequencies wander, and we, desperate seekers, build altars on aural sand.