The silence fractured,
a crackling cascade of ruptured whispers.
Where does noise find its roots,
among stars or beneath sleeping oceans?

Life was a symphony long before the first notes were played. In the deep where sound sleeps, ripples feared and reveled in the unseen essence. An echo of a thought, now a muffled scream somewhere within the tangled ether. Noises so ancient they could not be spoken of—only felt, hovering like forgotten dreams.

once there was a scar
now just a weave of vibrations
touching eardrums of eternity