Nebulous Tapestry: Threads of the Unheard

Incessant whispers of distant voids,
merging into symphonies only the stars perceive. Each static hiss—a letter in an infinite epistle, a forgotten moment nested in cosmic sea foam.

On the whisper of electric breath, philosophic tales shuffle.
Grains of truth masked in lines of chaos, awaiting translation beneath probing lenses. Have we not all heard the unsung areas of life?

Layers Beckon
The undercurrents of unseen narratives.

Silent Choreography
Decode the void's dance as time oscilloscope revises the unknowable.

An ode to oblivion weaves quietly, moment by moment,
Raindrops barely missing puddles forming the tapestry on the dry earth.