In the quiet aftermath of the storm, the whispers begin. A low hum that circulates through the veins, your heart synchronizes with its rhythm. This noise is poisonous yet strangely soothing, like a familiar poison that speaks the language of calm.
Reflect on the soundwaves, how they wrap around your thoughts, distorting and untangling them. Is it beneficial or is it a trap? Your ears listen, but your heart must decide.
Amidst the chaotic resonance, there lies a murmur—an echo of introspection. Dive deep within this labyrinth of sound, where each note is a thread weaving stories long forgotten or perhaps never lived.
Here lies the paradox: noise that both nurtures and dismantles, teaching you the art of letting go amidst its cacophony. Silence may be golden, but this is the silver lining of chaos.