You wake up. The house is quiet. And the other sound begins. A low hum that isn't there, until it is. You feel it in your jaw. Through the floorboards. A ghost of a frequency that slips through the cracks of recording devices and scientific proof.

This isn't a mystery to be solved. It’s a threshold to be crossed. An exploration of the liminal space between what is measurable and what is felt. It’s the sound of the unknown, buzzing just beneath the skin of the everyday.

Deeper reading on the phenomenon: [Link to companion blog post]

Listen, if you dare to hear what can't be recorded.