In the center of a swirling cosmos, where the stars hum their ancient dirge, the ripples form a melody. Each wave a note, resonating with the whispers of the universe.
The harmonies echo: a chorus of colors waltzing through dimensions, bending time with audacity and zeal. They ripple through the fabric of reality, leaving trails of shimmering light.
There, beneath a canopy of neon dreams, the song of the ripple sings louder. Can you hear it? A fusion of frequencies paints the air electric, cascading in cosmic laughter.