Celebrated Silences

"In that fleeting moment, before dreams entrap you, the scent of lilies hangs in the air, leading you where the light bends and the whispers wear voices of forgotten songs."

"Silence speaks its own language. Pedestals of thought, built on echoing voids, remind us of words unchosen, lives unlived, and the soft hum of shared solitude."

"A child's laughter echoes down the corridor of the mind, bouncing off walls of memories, long since sealed and forgotten, marking their invisible path."