Listen carefully, for there is awe. Silence speaks a language spun from the cosmos, each note a heartbeat, a pulse. Memories suffuse through wavelengths brushing lightly upon the ether.
Chords of Entropy
The frequency shifts, layers peeling back in revelations unseen. What dances beneath your skin, shades of morose joy—a dull ache.
Whispers of Machines
Many paths wander through the void, each iteration creating a mosaic of unseen shape and scent. Where do they converge? Nested within folds of remembered desire.
Open Chambers of Thought
A tapestry woven from silence, textures set in motion, a chiaroscuro of sound along ethereal threads, yearning—imperfect yet resolute.