Breath, an artifact; suspended in the vessel of nature, precision in each inhalation, crystalline as quartz. Intervals subdividing intentions, exhalations carried on currents of muse and metric.
These filaments manifest in unexpected patterns; conduits of ephemeral truths rendered apparent only in the fleeting absence of sound. When the veil of noise is pierced, what surprises emerge? The pulse of ideas vibrant across a span, a shore broken by the endless rewinding of tides.
Can you measure the silence between seconds? It is a metric of the heart, waiting, while the body occupies its hollow kingdom of echoes.
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