Phantom Vibrations

Have you ever felt the whispering tickle of something that isn't there, gnawing at your consciousness from the edges? An echo of harmony, a forgotten beat under the skin?

Sword of invisible hands, banter of fingertips upon the bards of memory. They weave, these motions unscripted but effervescent like an unsung tune—bold and vivacious.

Scribbled on Mist

Feel the energy! Like a race of capering shadows chasing electric threads through the nebula of silence! May echoes dance, twist and turn, finding gulf in their forge.

The once present security blanket of sound—now a riddle. Questions plight upon the energy books: the explosion of voices! the text in awkward phrases!

Cacophony, met with vibrant tapestry, your friendly phantom!

Reflections from the Ether

Mimicking the pulse of existence that sticks and stretches, even if made of celestial whispers. A dance moving through the layers, metallic and earthy.

Absolutely magnificent isn't it? When craved word shadow comes to life deeply against imaginary tapestry allowing the fertile silence a meditative crackle.

Let's venture past the visible script, a serial poem hum, unreal yet livable.