A symphony lingers in the echo of absence. Where do shadows converge upon the laughing light?
Whispers leak like ink through paper veins, revealing truths obscured by layers of unbridled frequency.
What feels like silence may be a melody played softly beneath the skin, a dialect of the universe unnoticed.
Throughout time, sound ribbons weave from silence to disruption. What stories do they tell?
Fleeting thoughts — clouds in a sky of ink — summoning the specters of long-lost conversations.
Listen to the Echoes | Embrace the Chaos | Gaze into Beyond