Grain by grain, the rhythm shifts—uneven, restless, a windswept surge twisting through unseen corridors. Pulsing fractures of sound carve shifting dunes, the weight of memory buried and exhumed in cycles of erosion. Percussive gusts scrape against the low-end, while distant echoes flicker like mirages on the horizon, half-formed yet persistent.A transmission lost in the static of time—ghostly, granular, dissolving at the edges. The atmosphere ripples, refracting between opacity and translucence, a storm that never settles yet never fully arrives.
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