The beat thrums, invincible hands shift the tapestry revealing energies unseen.
Echoes of beats percolate, dancing through the ethereal void of kaleidoscopic luminescence shadows grow.
Are they nevertheless reminders that the vast expanse is tangible, even with our closed eyes?
Follow the rhythm beneath the skin and you too shall see, not with sight but with cadence.
In the pulse of silence, every movement has purpose, every fracture a new creation. Ever shifting, ever still.
A glimpse into tomorrow's promise lies here echoes of tomorrow.