Absence of Noise

In a realm where silence breathes, walls shimmer like liquid obsidian, reflecting whispers of light. Modular forms twist, unbound by gravity, as if dreams themselves carve spaces anew. Here, echoes dissolve into a void, and the absence of noise becomes the language of existence, a life unseen.

In a realm where silence breathes, walls shimmer like liquid obsidian, reflecting whispers of light. Modular forms twist, unbound by gravity, as if dreams themselves carve spaces anew. Here, echoes dissolve into a void, and the absence of noise becomes the language of existence, a life unseen.