Amidst the broken frequencies, arose the tone of plashing events — serene cascades caressing time. Each frequency a drop, and every rhythm a wave, they called softly for comprehension.
"Tuning into hope..."
"...found beneath streams while decoding echoes, patiently clung droplets."
"...resolute pools carry tales — mine calm, surfed silence, yet spoke"
"the water knows, it always knows."
Lean back and unravel the soft buzz as if distant shores beckoned a long-awaited rendezvous. Understand the whispering tapestry sewn within even the most transient trickle.