Drifting beyond the amplitude of reality's touch, the overlapping whispers grow. The unseen ripples ever-watchful under the nebula's eternal gaze. Silence and Wave repeat not in vain, their circles penning dreams yet spoken.
Ghostly semblances linger, tethered to no defined shape. Shadows dance and slip through fingers, refracted by moments forgotten. As reflections bend, distort further, listen close: try the Echo Flare within a moment's embrace.
Radiance unwanted yet found, orbiting the loops of spectral narrative. By beholding the ripple, we too ripple unseen. Listen. Let them shrink and dominate like tides upon conscious sand.