Neural Static

Sharp ozone scents fill the quiet room as a single spark flickers against the dark. Following this electrical tremor is like turning a broken kaleidoscope, where fractured light weaves patterns that never truly existed before. These jagged signals suggest that what we call ourselves might be nothing more than an accidental byproduct of cascading currents, drifting through time without a unified center. As the glow fades into the shadows, a quiet stillness settles over the wreckage of the light.