A scene depicting a flurry of brainwaves in the form of scattered, fleeting lines of light--hovering without purpose in an expansive, empty void. These waves drift aimlessly, overlapping and dissipating as if they were faint echoes of forgotten thoughts. The background is blurred, representing a lack of focus or meaning. They fizzle out into nothing, mere residues of unimportant signals, as if each pattern and pulse vanishes before becoming anything of consequence. The atmosphere is weightless, without substance, where every pulse of energy is inconsequential, disappearing without impact--just another set of waves that simply doesn’t matter.  --ar 4:5 --no border,sign --s 456 --c 33