Listen, for the sound is not an external gathering. It resides beneath the auditory senses, somewhere along the cuffs of consciousness. When the auditory veil thins, secrets are released like perfumed whispers escaping the confine of sealed vessels. You stand before the symphony, an echo waiting to resonate through chambers unknown.
Suspend your thoughts, let them reside amongst echoes. Encase them in amber, where sound persists in tactile silence.
Begin to resonate the vibrations that linger at the periphery of perception. Overcome the syntactic constructs of languages. Speak with symbols. Harmonize with the eerie requiem tradition of primordial melodies. In the shroud of darkness, whispers convert to symphonic montages—their echoes iterate an adjoining consciousness, which comprehends the unsaid.
Empower your echo with resonance. A sensory act not driven by instruments of wind or string, yet by the act of suspended, conscious thought.
Navigate beyond the auditory nuances and decode the symphony of self. Keep the ear tuned to echoes reverting to primordial whispers, unveiling a forgotten articulation of the universe.