In the cradle of an echo, whispers quietly quiver.
Illuminated pauses, a canvas stretching beyond frequencies,
Harmonies twist like vines; memory muted yet audible.
Each pixel sings the silence entwined through electric air.
What dwells within the veil? Patterns faint in realms unwritten.
The chorus of forgotten voices, dancing through the void —
Here lies the interstice where vibration meets tranquility.
Trapped reflections gaze back with questions unasked,
Fragments of a consonance barely caught from miscalculation.