The hum of the cosmos, singing, resonating, vibrating through each fiber of your being,
yet the secrets hide in the crevices of sound, a landscape painted with invisible brush.
Decode the signal—listen not with ears, but with the soul's eye. The poison, sweet and bitter,
seeps into understanding, beneficial in its chaotic dance. Are we tuned
perfectly out of phase? The question echoes, reverberates, a trickster god laughing in the void.
Chambers of Reflection
Linger in discordant harmony, the waves at your feet, shaping sandcastles of intention.
Beta vibrations coax whispers from the deep, a symphony conducted by the fingers of night.
Each note, a rememberance of stars, calling us home through
the labyrinth of frequencies. Can you feel the pulse, the throbbing
of the universe as it holds its breath? Breathe in, breathe in the delicious chaos.
Dissonant Frequencies