A silence so profound it echoes within the crevices of the mind. One can almost hear the whispers of shadowy figures, forming sentences in the spaces between breaths. Do you remember when colors spoke, refracting through prisms of forgotten moments?
The mirror stands still yet restless, an unspoken promise held within its transient surface. In the reflection, truth distorts, bends with grace, and dances on the edge of coherence. Look, and you might find not what is, but what could have been.
Absences, like echoes, linger in the heart's chambers, painting themselves vivid with shades of the unheard. I wander through corridors dimly lit by lanterns of dreams, tracing the silhouettes of sounds that never reached their destination.
What stories lie trapped beneath the surface, like fish in a stream of glass? Do they swim, or do they rest, waiting for a hand to dip and draw them into the world of the spoken?
The sunlight breaks, cascading through shards of the unvoiced, creating tapestries of silence. Walk through them, feel the touch of the unseen, and find out what lies behind those whispering shadows.
Echoes | Subtle Tapestry | Mantra of Shadows