In the stillness of forgotten tunes, echoes of the past whisper softly. Each note a memory, fractured and fragile, waiting to be pieced together in the void.
The ugliest truth lies not in the shadows but in the light we refuse to see. A reflection distorted by time, yearning for a voice.
Listen closely, to the silent cries, of melodies lost to the winds of change. They speak of journeys unfinished, of roads untaken, of dreams shattered.
Perhaps, within these broken bars, we find the truth we hide from ourselves. A truth, not so ugly, when embraced, revealing beauty in the imperfection.
Negligible Frequencies