Beneath the creaks of time, listen for murmurs the phantom limbs of days gone reside within vibrating spectrum highlights.
On the periphery of hurtful spectrums lurks an essence: a forgotten harmony of synthetic rain — these unseen melodies whisper through your unwrapped senses. Converse with shadows or delve into the depths of echo.
Synth waves etch ghostly arpeggios onto the canvas of memory, echoes overlooked creating their own percussion from ethereal things. Gather no more than the and; spectral notes plume their feelings, weaving through troposphere gaps, adjusting perceptions with deliberate choreography. Harmonic Suspensions resonate through this twilight phase, let's etch into the ambience — into becoming.
Tapping unseen impulses with unheld fingers, register crescendos from the limb that no longer strikes atop brittle silence; freeing ourselves into auroral sounds.
Surround yourself with soundless apertures and tread lightly; in the presence of notes undulating, purpose shifts.