Buzzing whispers linger
across tangled thoughts,
as words echo like shattering glass
on the forgotten shores of twilight.

Static spins tales
of empty corridors.
Listen—
the wind has secrets that will never be told.

Echoes of the Void
sway through digital vines,
where syllables pulse like
dormant memories stirred awake.

Somewhere between
the black and the unspoken,
stories fracture and breathe—
invisible ink upon the page.
Phantom Whispers