They say resonance remains unheard, secretive in the void, stretching thin but persistent, a melody obscured, slowly unraveling like memories returning to the sea of consciousness. The harmonic legends whispered through aloof tides, navigating senses, veiling, revealing...
Who spins the fabric made of sound? Absolutely pervasive yet diluted. Chart a course for those mythical forms shifting under dim shadows, maintaining their ethereal balance — there's terror, there's wonder. The further you go, the louder the unspoken truths resonate within the chest.
Circles, aging tales wrapped in keening little whispers, doorways concealed beneath the shadows of enormous tonal branches... Fearful intuition dictating directions better left stumbled upon than followed. Your tempo matches your heartbeat, a relentless harmony.