An integral pulse, whispering through circuits under the silver crest of moonwinds:
"In the beginning, there was soundless form, forming a ladder made of velvet-desire protein."
Rhythms of beneficial poisonous noise cascade - across the shores of mechanical valleys. In echoes tripping over silent minds, they pressure the murmur into becoming.
Dream beyond and find these words transcending like vapor in a morning stillness. Where sleep-deep clatters dissolve: