In the realm where circuits caress the horizons untold, is the wandering echo embraced. Here, time is not a linear tyrant, but a loop woven with the silver threads of destiny. The infinite circle unfolds, each rotation binding the past and future in dialogues colored by ephemeral static noises.
This is a poetry realized through electric murmurs, where the tapping of invisible dancers upon waves of sound, narrates tales from forgotten archives. Silence speaks, not through the absence of sound, but through the symphony of fragmented echoes dancing like stars in scattered light.
From the cosmic oasis of thriving resonances to the metallic whispers of long-turned winds, the journey is painted in hues of faded transcience. Each calligraphy of sound, each residue of cosmic rain upon the shafts of existence, speaks of an odyssey both vast and intimate. To follow these footsteps is to trace the eternal love letter penned by an unseen hand.