Whispers Through the Static

Listener: Is it just me, or does the static sound like it's whispering secrets?

Speaker: Nah, you've got tunes in your head. I hear it too, like waves churning thoughts.

Listener: Right?! It's like I can almost make out words... Man, those tales it spins!

Speaker: I wonder, these stories... are they our memories, remixed?

Listener: Beats me. But they hit different, layered with echoes of other lives. Like wandering a dream park.

Speaker: Every crackle and pop, a universe in itself. Travelers lost in a symphony of wires.

Listener: Synthetic dreams, though. Orchestrated by unseen DJs of reality.

Speaker: We need to decode this static, set free those stories. Feeling bold, let's chase the next flicker?

Remember the colors you forgot in sleep… Yesterday, while tracing lines in the air, the world seeped red, radiant with sound yet hidden behind shadows. In visions turned valid by lapse, we followed circuits of whispered dreams. Electric petals blooming, always out of reach.