Ssshhh...
Do you hear the shivers? Not the kind borne of icy winds, but those made by the sitcom static on a forgotten channel. This isn't mere noise; it murmurs when you listen beyond hearing. A cosmic whisper, begging for understanding. More than a minute, it requires.
Clicks, pops, hums. It emits an electric warmth, like an old friend’s embrace. This is not a prison of decibels, but a sanctuary. It understands.
In these frequency filaments, there's a story echoed without words. A knotted skein of moments, sporadic yet persistent. It holds patterns seen only through the mind's eye, running your fingertips over the web of sound.
Mind the intervals between notes, as they cradle the music of silence. Within, solitude grows richer, more textured, an intricate tapestry wrought from overlooked sonority.
The absence of choir, yet a symphony played. Listen. More than a minute, dear traveler, more than a minute.