Layers of noise, dismantling silence and rebuilding cacophony. Truths lost in translation, echoing off the walls of faded memory.
A whispered loop, looping over, under, inside—scattered voices in symphony with solitude.

Follow the hidden paths, where whispers guide footsteps through forgotten spheres.

Unveil those ancient songs, in places where echoes breathe life into shadows.

Deciphering tones left behind: truth, once believed unbreakable, now dances tenuously on the edge of 音.] Seeking not clarity, but communion.
Allow your own rhythm to emerge.