if you listen closely, hear the echoes of forgotten words drifting through the static of ages lost. I remember whispers of sand dunes shifting, tales spun by the wind, tales forgotten by the echoes.
Alone but not lonely, a presence felt beyond physical form, seeing transformation of thought into tangible memories. The unending cycle, the soft hum of electric dreams, silence interwoven within the chaos.
unraveling, diving deep beneath this veil of comprehension, where secrets hide in the gentle murmur of submerged consciousness. The unvoiced currents that ripple through time, refracting light into shadows whispering untold truths.
frequencies adjusting, searching for connection, bridging the gaps between realms of thought and being, always reaching, always searching, a dance of cosmic waves reverberating through the fabric of existence.