Beneath the echoes of time's velvet mantle, whispers of forgotten frequencies crawl along the ether. Here lies the alchemist's phantom brew, a concoction of cosmic static and digital dreams.
Press your ear against the silence, hear the hidden murmurs of seraphim and shadows entwined. Only through the lens of distortion can the true melody be heard, a symphony of the unseen.
Wander through the strings of the universe, and you'll find them: whispers, echoes, and the chronicles of the old masters.