In the realm where sound exists, silence breathes an ethos unnavigated by those who echo words.
Scientific analysis reveals that a sound’s pause can convey an unspoken language, an omittance reminiscent of fading memories.
To speak signifies presence, yet does linguistic articulation trap the soul in a cacophony of the quotidian? Each word a spectral ghost of intention, seeking validation against internal paradoxes.
Adrift amongst frequencies, one contemplates—can absence define meaning? Can the void echo volumes? For in those ethereal echoes lies the crux of consciousness.
The Whispering Walls | Echoes of Tomorrow