In the muted hum of slumber, the flickers echo against the walls of isolation. Sound flows like whispers through the ether, a tangible substance, transient yet eternal.
Static noises translate to abstract pathways, private oracles. Each crackling frequency catalyzes reality, blurring horizons where thoughts intertwine.
Through the veil of sleep, we discover: in every flicker, a dimension shifts. Where the known meets the unknowable, existence resonates at unknown frequencies.
Consider this: What does silence whisper? Could the static create a portal into a dream of waking?
In every pulse, an invitation to a riddle: What if shadows learn to sing?