In a world where edges blur beneath the dance of invisible lights, harmonics tremble, echoing in the void. Each note, a silhouette, a ghost of sound that never was.
Here lies the tremor, a resonance untouchable, unseen, yet felt in the heart of silence. The echoes form patterns, a landscape of sonic shadows.
What lies beyond the perception of sound? The invisible frequencies whisper secrets of time, crafting silhouettes in the air, casting forms we cannot see.