_._ __ _ . _.._.._..__..__.._ . _ __._ Embrace the day as static whirrs fade, crackling over one's breathing, like the gentle whispers of dreams.
Amidst a sea of shifting frequencies, I hear the rising sun unwrap its warmth, stitches unraveling from a woven night; a silent broadcast of dawn's eternal fidelity.
_.___ ._.__.____..____..__..__. Whispering hues fracture silently, murmurs of a world awakening, yet tethered to the night's embrace.
Within the static, echoes of forgotten truths linger, waiting for the sun to rise above, waiting, patiently, for clarity amidst noise.