
Ancestral echoes pulse through the framework, a surge of untamed force distilled into rhythm and resonance. Metallic murmurs intertwine with distant thunder, a shifting current that oscillates between restraint and eruption. Gravity bends under the weight of each reverberation, forging a sonic relic from the bedrock of forgotten energies.
In the deep marrow of sound, something ancient stirs—unwritten, unmeasured, yet undeniably present. A tremor beneath the surface, neither past nor future, only the raw essence of momentum suspended in the void.