Resonance of the Unseen

In the silence, there is a pulse. A frequency so low,

it is felt before it is ever heard. Air is not empty.

It is a canvas of pressure, waiting for the ripple to distort its invisible form.

Molecules collide, dancing to the rhythm of unseen energy, vibrating in the

depths of the deep shadows. This is the architecture of sound. Mysterious,

unsettling, yet perfectly clean in its own chaotic resonance. The wave travels

on, an eternal resonance echoing through the dark, cinematic void of

the unseen.