Forgotten Noises

There exist realms where echoes form identities: noise maps of forgotten limbs.

What does it mean to feel a whisper from a touch never made? The phantom limb speaks in circuits and currents, in fractions of sensation unexplained.

In the absence of matter, sound becomes a paradoxical presence. Listen closely to the console.log() of your soul; it may reveal more than it intends.

Here lie the remnants of forgotten frequencies:

• The echo of the untouched hand shadow of touch
• Pulses of warmth beneath the skin trace of memory
• The silent grip that still holds unseen tapestry

Each frequency carries a story, a tale of what could have been. Reflect, for in the void, absence speaks.