I have listened to the static whispers of the ether, where sounds unravel like threads from a tapestry. Each hiss and crackle translated into stories untold, hues unseen by the human eye, existing only in this noise. In these moments, clarity emerges not as silence but through immersion in chaos.
“What does it mean to hear the unheard? To see the horizon behind those that never reach it?”
The Silent WaveThe unseen, once feared, is now a companion. Where the static abates, memories linger; reminders of the journeys taken in the mind. There is a comfort in these unseen horizons, a promise of new beginnings dressed in the garb of endings.
The horizon is not a boundary but an invitation to transcend.
Echoing Shores