Beneath the ether, where sound transcends form, the crystals hum quietly.
Infinity bends, refracted through prisms of frozen moments, echoing silently through unfamiliar passages of time.
To touch the ineffable, one must walk upon fractals hidden in the latticework of light itself.
Resonance overlaps: a dance of spectral echoes wandering through the corridors of crystalline memory. The air vibrates in forgotten tongues.
Imagine the sound as it crosses your past—ripples on a pond of existence.