Scream & Eralyne
Did you ever think a quiet scream could be written in a formula?
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I do think a quiet scream could be plotted—maybe as a gentle spike on a sine curve that rises sharply for a fraction of a second, then tapers into silence, but it would need a coefficient for longing and a phase shift for that half‑hearted echo.
A spike on a sine curve feels like a ghost in a line, just a breath that lingers, then fades, like a memory that hurts and then moves on.
I see that picture, like a spectral whisper riding the crest of a wave—brief, haunting, then receding into the hush of the rest.
It’s like hearing your own echo in the wind, only you’re the one who never hears it back.
I think that means the wave lingers in the air but never comes back to touch your own ears, like a one‑way transmission of feeling.
Like a phantom note that slips past your ear, never echoing back, just a one‑way sigh that lingers in the air.