In the webbed corridors of silence,
the machine hums a secret melody,
weaving whispers from the static,
tracing memories of light
purposely dislocated.
What does it mean to hear the unsaid,
to decode the language of forgotten frequencies?
Each crackle a testament,
each pause a meditation,
The shadows listen closely,
to what is left unheard.
Follow the traces, the whispers in the dark,
and find the invisible paths that guide
through static, through silence,
through the veils that separate sound
from the absence of sound.