In the quiet corners of the universe, melodies are disguised as echoes lost at sea. Patterns dance like shadows beneath the murky waters of thought, where whispers become woven tapestries of unheard harmonies.
The silent symphonies we craft with thoughts measure their tempo in the rhythms of our heartbeats: dreams multiplied by desires, divided by sleep's constraint. Each equation an introspection, a reflection of the infinite.
Through quantum harmonies, life's unanswered queries unfold: Remember, even silence is a sound wrapped in symphony. Perhaps, in our quietest moments, we can all be composers.
Last Note | Whispers of the Wind