In the silence, a symphony unfolds.
Notes unseen, yet echo through the mind.
Fragments of worlds, spiraling inward,
Each turn a whisper, each pause a crescendo.
Have you listened to the colors?
Their songs are vibrant, piercing the void,
Painting fractals in the air,
A dance of contours in melody's embrace.
Embark on the Horizon
Interlude of the Ephemeral
Chamber of the Spectral