The spectra whisper in shadows, softly, endlessly repeating the same tale. Listen closely, it says: "The frequency of colors transcends the silence of light." Do you understand this mantra? It hums, a cicada's tune etched in time. "Red fades to violet, yet always begins anew, ever consistent in its cycle." Embrace the loop, for it holds secrets only revealed to the patient ear. Remember: "The spectrum sees all, hears nothing, and whispers endlessly."