It began with a whisper, a sound unheard by many, yet clung by others in silence. The noise that persists, a gentle cascade of unending static—this veil cloaking the origins. Through grainy whispers, tales of the ancestors spoke of the forgotten rivers and skies, where echoes remember what silence dares not forget.
Beneath the cracks of time, every hiss of the transient void translates into a story, into life, into origin. As fragile as the morning dew, susceptibility wrapped them whole. Is it here, within the buzz and hum of the cosmos, we seek our roots? Or remain entwined within the whispers of that static dance?
Perhaps one day, the murmurs caught in the folds of endless noise will unveil their embrace. Until then, the electric dreams of forgotten echoes hold the secrets untold.
Discover more in between the lines: Unspoken Secrets or embrace the Silent Horizons.