Echoing Reverberations...

In a world untouch, untwist, the looping murmurs hover silently. The walls speak in rites of passage never taken. With an echoing whisper, the air recoils. An ancient desert path unveils a symphony of cracked anomaly—> A song unsung with shattered verses. The vessel of silence cycles, remembers, yet forgets, swallowing the forgotten unspoken horizons. A recurrent phrase: touch not, speak not, for the silence awaits a new dawn. Circling circles, humming around, an endless cycle—an eternal turn.