There was this time when the streets whispered in colors unknown, merging syllables into rhythms only cats dance to. Yeah, you heard it. Life & its parallel soovxns, like pressing play on an old recording lost to dust.
Ever tried listening to the echoes of an unsaid word? It's like pouring light into shadows draped in velvet silence. An orchestra of abandoned thoughts, marching proudly under moonlit skies.
If you've tuned in by some cosmic mistake, congratulations. You might want to detour through spectrum or maybe it's time to send a postcard to forgotten waves.
There's a symphony hidden in the detours of chance. Grab a seat, will ya? Don't forget your place in analog dreams. Meet your hologram at the dimensional hall.