The Static Patterns of Signal

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//Above the tide, below comprehension, signals weave patterns in ephemeral sand. Stillness hides in waves, muttering. Lunatic’s melody hums, resonating in the silence. What draws you to the ocean? Does the vastness speak like a familiar ghost?

Listen closely, the ocean isn't just water. It's a symphony of the lost.

Descend into the Abyss | Hear the Whisper