In the cavernous expanse of the mind, the gamma whispers dance.
Lightly tracing the boundaries of thought and echo, they die a gentle death in the silence.
Quotidian realities dissolve, like grains of sand in an hourglass, into infinite oscillations.
Do you hear it, too? The sound of everything, yet, nothing?
Frequencies paint the air, unseen artists in a tableau of intangible brushstrokes.
The echo answers your unasked question, but do you understand it?