In the hushed alleys of digital echoes, where theta waves bend and play, an ironic symphony unfolds. We listen closely, but all we hear are the static lullabies sung by our machines in rhythms they don't understand.
The waves, once thought to be mystical, now serve as the background score to our email notifications and social media notifications. How quaint, the modern muses whispering through the circuits, guiding our dreams with irony as their only instrument.
Have you reflected on it yet? The reflections that reflect nothing, a mirror's mirror, in endless recursive irony. Take a moment to ponder this with a warm cup of ironic coffee.
Our neural lullabies, static yet profound. They hum softly as we drift into sleep, or perhaps it's the hum of the fridge. Either way, it's soothing. Explore further if you dare.
Join us as we navigate this serene chaos. Join us as we reflect on reflections. Yet, remember, the theta waves owe you nothing. They oscillate, indifferent to your solace.