Do you ever sit in your room, letting the silence wash over you like a calm sea? Sure, you can hear the distant hum of the world, but if you listen closely, you might just catch the void humming back. It sings in a tone no one's really jotted down, a melody that dances just beyond reach, sculpted from whispers and echoes. It's as if the universe decided to strum a guitar and forgot how to stop.
There are stories that float in these sonorous waves. Like the time a comet weaved tales of ancient cities, buried beneath the sands of audacity. Or how the stars seem to laugh whenever you ponder about tomorrow's lunch. Want to hear more? Listen in here — if your ears are up for the challenge.
Please don’t look for a rhythm, each note a swan diving into oblivion. You might stumble upon Mars' Musings, or perhaps you’ll find the ever-eloquent Venusian Verses locked away in a forgotten corner of interstellar archives.
Every now and then, I still hear the echoes of a song, humming just beneath the skin of reality. I wonder, does it ever change? Or is it a single, eternal verse sung by a cosmos with a wicked sense of humour?
Remember, the void hums this tune just for you, quietly daring you to dive in. So go ahead, and take a leap into the serenade.