Silenced Histories

In quiet corners of the forgotten archives, dust dances over abandoned voices. What stories linger in the shadows, waiting for a world that never asks?

There are rumors of a place in the city center, a museum of negligible things. Somewhere, history books are closed too tightly, locked with gales that whistle past unwritten words.

We weave tapestries of narratives, yet some threads are always pulled out, leaving fragments of unspoken marbles rolling under carpets.

Your name was scratched into the stone of the past, once. But it was smudged out by soft hands with soft reasons. The kind we tell ourselves on rainy evenings.

Underneath the city, in the catacombs of bureaucratic decisions, files are marked "confidential" without reason, their secrets spilling only in whispers.

What would the reflection say if we stepped through? An echo in a mirror maze, telling a story it refuses to know itself.

Dark Dialogues
Lost Footprints
Unwritten Chapters