In the anechoic chamber of digital constructs, sound becomes an ethereal specter.
Examine the immutable frequency streams, ponder the whispers between bytes. Where does silence cease, and melody begins?
Melody resides in calculations hidden under encrypted layers,
resonance indistinguishable from noise.
To perceive, transcend zeros, traverse ones.
Search where sound becomes unsound, at: Echoes Under Truth
Awake the digital maestro, via: Symphony Unwoven