Noise. Signal of unanswered questions, punctuated by silence.
Riddles caught in the tide of time, adrift.
What is said cannot be unsaid, but is unsaid perhaps more said?
Falling waves upon echoing stones.
Resonance humming in the void between the stars and the ocean floor.
Captured within an empty shell, secrets spiral down.
Transmission lost amid the whispers of ancient currents.
The compass spins wildly, pointing to the unseen.
Analog tape trails left behind, decoding the undecipherable truths.
Through the layers of sediment, the past murmurs softly.
The radio cracks, a faint pulse beneath the depths of understanding.
Messages from the shadows, woven through the fabric of memory.
Are we alone in this echo chamber, alive in the absence of sound?