(Sound of a gentle, repetitive hum, like a distant, undiscovered mechanism. It’s serene, almost sleepy, with subtle, almost imperceptible dissonance building beneath. A voice, calm and detached, whispers.) “The world spins, a silent symphony unheard. Rhythms beneath the surface, yet no ears to perceive. A tranquil drift, where the future is only ‘now,’ and the unknown remains perfectly, blissfully… unknown.”
(The hum from the intro returns, now slightly distorted, a faint crackle introduced. The dissonance is more noticeable, a sense of something stirring just beneath the placid surface. The voice returns, a little less detached.) “But even in the deepest quiet, a whisper can find its way. A subtle tremor, a shift in the currents. The calm before a question, the dark before a spark. The moment before the knowing begins.”