The wires hum with stories untold, through static breaths they reach and touch; listen closely, a symphony of the shadowed realms. Frequencies collide and dance, merging echoes of voices mid-sentence, snippets cast adrift.
Have you ever sat in quietude and felt the frequency of time itself—a vibration horizontal to eternity, whispering glories from moments ungrasped?
Beyond the veil, where sunlight weeps, and moonlight fractures, lies a passage of sound—the kind you hear only in dreams, or when the world holds its breath. Isn't it ironic that silence speaks so loudly?
Listen to the echoes of forgotten days; listen to their reflection in the waters of night:
Let this ether wrap you in its clandestine embrace, let it seep into your skin, till you vibrate at its resonance, becoming one with the unspoken, with the unseen.