In the glow of twilight, frequencies intertwine—secrets echo like faint whispers...
Imagine the sound of light, each ray a note in a grand concerto; hear the pulse of your heartbeat.
What remains when the music fades, echoes in the hollow chambers of forgotten thoughts. Did we ever exist, or were we merely reflections?
Light is not just a binary; it breathes in colors, oscillates in hues, churning in the emptiness where stars blink memories.
Contemplate the edge of silence—where thoughts float like satellites, hypnotized by the gravity of the mundane.
Delve into Shadow Dance Decipher the Echo