Within a space where sound wanes and waxes, one finds the vibrations of existence are threads, spinning in the chaotic fabric of harmony. Voices merge with echoes, reaching out to grasp the ungraspable threads of enlightenment, yearning, and noise.
Modal Modalities vibrate yet remain tethered to intangible concepts: dislocation and articulation clashing in cacophonous screams of silence. The room hums with untold frequencies—oscillating notes of forgotten memories.
In this realm, footfalls upon the echo-laden ground rehearse the discord of soft, tender whispers combusting into raucous roars. A perfected storm of diverging paths, with each sorrow singing its unsung counterpart—a dissonance paving the path to clarity.
Notes rise before collapsing, entangled in the restless chase of auditory escape. Indulging in the cryptic text where frequencies rebel against conformity—the unheard yet intrinsically felt.