In corridors of silence, where whispers become echoes of forgotten melodies, the soul wanders. What tune does the universe hum when all is still? Lost in the cadence, we search for the sound of being.
To exist is to resonate. To listen is to remember. Yet, the soundscapes fade, like dreams at dawn. What lies beyond the last note? The rhythm persists, even when unheard. In the absence of sound, the void speaks in profoundness unknown.
Are we echoes of echoes? Reflections in a pond unperturbed? Explore the dimensions where lostness intertwines with being: Vibrations of Empathy, Eternal Intrigue.