Soft rustles and murmurs, echoing through the void. Understanding slips, like a shadow in the mist. Is it clarity or confusion?
My mind, a field of static, buzzing whispers. Each noise, a memory, fragmented— broken signals, half-formed thoughts. Reconnect, they say. But what is a connection when all wires are crossed?
Waves crashing against sanity's shore, the enigma of sense—drowned in clamor. Listen closely, and perhaps you'll hear the truth hidden beneath the tumult.
In the distance, a voice calls—faint, and yet insistent. The static whirls, a dance of uncertainty. Do you dare approach? Enter the realm where clarity becomes enigma.