Song streams of consciousness mixing with the buzzing electric hum
The whisper of secrets not yet spoken but always known
Finely etched grooves on the vinyl of the universe
Every crackle a story unrecorded, every pop a dream deferred
bzzzzt… the clock ticks
Invisible hands grasping at threads undone
vvvvvvvvvv increasingly familiar, yet foreign
jpg… not all patterns sing, some simply bide their time
помнишь? remember?
cccccc—embracing the void; lost signals repeating, rerouted
Embrace ReflectionInvisible hands grasping at threads undone
vvvvvvvvvv increasingly familiar, yet foreign
jpg… not all patterns sing, some simply bide their time
помнишь? remember?
cccccc—embracing the void; lost signals repeating, rerouted
Truth Labyrinth