Muted Recruitment

Pools of Calm

Soft whispers in interminable echoes—her eyes holding resonance beyond

Like leaves upon a silent lake, undisturbed by breaking

The moonlight strewn across deserted pathways tinged with forgotten

Venture Deeper

The Call Unheard

In shadows dark, a voice patiently waits, recruiting dreams not yet

Every heartbeat echoed on a distant shoreline, drawn like

Through a meadow of whispered echoes, we wander blind, deciphering

Read the Unsaid
Should we whisper then, or allow silence to unwrap its tender secret of