Abandon chatter, where distorted echoes gather here.
In the stillness, a breeze rustles glitching thoughts, murmurs of an unknown past over there.
Silken tapestries weave stories as pixels bleed into night—some moments, best undisturbed.
Beneath the blaring sirens of discords forever unseen, venture.
Stillness entwined with this ephemeral breath—what lives, what dies?