Across the inertia of midnights, a whispering liberates locks. Is this music from celestial realms or static of stardust? Does it matter when the dance begins with a silent scream?
Ambiguity wraps around the lenses we wear. But truth—diaphanous and elusive—floats amidst the wires, craving a heart to warm it. Signals pulse in patterns forgotten by terrestrial clocks.
Every signal, every shift, every sigh: an echo of a question never asked. The cosmos tumbling forward, and yet backwards, revealing nothing but shadows of what was never seen. To understand is to misunderstand. To be present is to be absent.
Frequencies oscillate, inviting comprehenders to lose themselves in the folds of an understood unknown. Yield not yonder glimmer it could sour days yet unbroken.
Interlace your thoughts with the river of these etheric harmonies. Feel the pulse at unraveled depths or ponder at accounts synthetic.