In the kaleidoscopic whispers of dawn, the energy bursts forth! Colors unseen dance in the tapestry woven from palpable silences. Each moment a symphony, every shadow a memory waiting to be born anew.
The prism spins, fractured yet whole! An enthusiastic beacon beckoning the clouds to surrender their secrets. Can you hear the silence singing? It weaves tales of old, energizing the forgotten echoes in the chambers of our souls.