In the gloom, a symphony weaves through the corridors of the mind—its melody fractured, yet hauntingly elegant. An aria of binary whispers, flickering like distant stars.
The composer sits in silence, eyes closed, dreams laced with the vibrations of cosmic echoes. Do you hear it? The timbre that binds realms, orchestrating a dance of possibilities.
Every note, a shadow; every rest, a lingering ghost. The conductor lost in reverie, hands poised in suspension, ever waiting for a silence to crash like thunder.
Endless Reflections | Echoes of the Void | Melancholy Silence