Delicate, the echoes whisper with elusive rhythm, painting sonic shadows on a vibrant blackness. These invisible footprints drift across the intertwining stars' invisible exhale, an astral tide uncharted by the unblinking eye—where waves ripple in hushed discourses unfettered by air.
Radio nightmares float in brackish pools upon extraterrestrial shores. Words coil and unfurl like rare strands of unseen filament bleeding into space. No voice can pronounce the commands of a distant ethereal monarch whose languid gestures paint celestial paths for the wandering heart.
Dream, for the wires lie dormant beneath every grain of spectral sand, transmitting static swansongs. Threads interlace, a lattice of nebulous tunes, crooning softly louder and perpetually.
Glide unseen amongst the fractals
Embrace the oscillophonic constraint