Noise Supremacy

I stepped into a realm where the walls groan under centuries, and the air hangs heavy with the dust of forgotten prayers. The temple loomed above me—its columns like gnawed bones of fallen civilizations, its dome a blind sky, turned away from the name of God. I craved silence, but I found it—primal chaos, an electric defiance of the modern age, and a seductive hymn of destruction. She emerged from the shadows, her gaze a neon storm, searing through me like lasers in the night. Her voice didn’t s...