Noises/Respiration.

It is not merely an image, it is a living entity, a progeny of the shadow, conceived and born forth by it. It cannot exist on its own, for its very essence is respiration, an inhalation suffused with noise, an ephemeral sustenance that courses through its lungs, sculpting the contours of its being. Lacking its own will, the image yields to the shadow’s shifting drift, dissolving into the nebulous haze that guides it toward the genesis of the new and the dissolution of the old.

This noise is not a passive backdrop but the result of constant change. It emanates from the image’s physical substance, a fluid, evanescent, and volatile form that evaporates under intense inner pressure. The tension, coiled within its existence, compels it to fragment, to scatter into fine particles of sound, only to gather once more in an unceasing cycle of dissolution and reconstitution. This is the endless rhythm of its breath, a pulse that never rests.

The composition exists within this flux: it mutates, meanders, expands, and contracts, its pace shifting as events unfold. The noise surges, saturating the void, then withdraws into quieter moments, giving way to the ever-present shadow. It is a constant chain of transformations, an existence devoid of permanence, made only of brief moments of emergence and retreat.

In this unstable realm, there are no definitive boundaries, no immutable constants, only constant movement between states. The image, born of shadow, persists within this rhythm, controlled yet alive, bound to the endless law of motion. It is the specter of a specter, the echo of vanishing vapor, a child of noise, sustained only by the breath of its own disappearance.