In the silent rustle of the awakened mind, thoughts play melodies not unlike those remembered in dreams.
They are tunes drawn in reverse, echoes of an internal symphony, speaking with the voice of forgotten paradoxes.
What if the journey through sound could unravel the complex fabric of existence itself?
When one listens to the reverse melody, does one not perceive the undulating whispers of the cosmos?
Every note, a fragment of the self, every pause, a silent reflection in the mirror of reality.
Consider the following: An idea not yet spoken or A truth reverberating. Where do they lead?