Horizontals of Harmony
Ever wonder when the last note collapsed — right here? across these shores... silent now. ranting echoes, whispers of... something.
They call it a landscape. but yeah, it’s a decision, kinda okay. kinda cracked.
Ever wonder when the last note collapsed — right here? across these shores... silent now. ranting echoes, whispers of... something.
They call it a landscape. but yeah, it’s a decision, kinda okay. kinda cracked.
Apart, the worlds surge like ocean tide— harmony glitches if you listen close. like whispered secrets, slips... reverb echoes.
Do you hear it? that faint hum... a symphony of untamed dreams, or errors in our signals, shifting wavelengths, pure chaos.