"Do you hear the colors whispering in the silence?”
"It's like a dance of echoes, you know? Each step, a fragment of light bending truths we never see."
They say that walls have ears, but what about when those walls are cloaked in spectral hues?
Let's meander through this prism, shall we? And maybe exchange a word or two with echoes that linger in bends of light.
Fusion isn't just for atoms in high-tech labs. Sometimes it's the humble confluence of whispers and colors.
Ever tried talking to rainbows? They have an esoteric understanding of things, like sentient refractions.