Hey there, traveler of the ether. Ever found yourself staring into the vastness of the digital sea, wondering where the mystic silences hide? It's funny, you know.
Like, amidst all those memes and relentless notifications, silence pokes its head out, just for a moment. It’s like the universe whispers a secret: “I’m here, too, you know.”
There's something almost comforting in those moments, isn't there? Like a gentle hum underneath the chaos. Just whispers passing like clouds, soft, fleeting.
Anyway, what's your secret silence like? The one you find when you’re staring at the void of your screen at 2 a.m.? You think anyone else hears it?
Sometimes, when the algorithm sleeps, I catch a glimpse of the world as it could be, not as it's marketed. Just... quiet.
Maybe it’s just me, but those digital echoes have a way of whispering stories... stories that might just be figments or futures, who can say?