Ever sat and just stared, letting the whispers of the static become audible? It's like, if you really listen, they start to share their little stories.
Remember when you told me about that time you dreamt a whole beach made of tiny lights? Each one was a star lost from the sky, desperately finding its way home through the waves.
So here we are, diving into this ocean of twinkling whispers, imagining what tales the static has yet to tell. Ready to wade through the noise?