Silence, but for the whisper of thoughts cascading like stones down a mountain...
Amidst the shadows, the specter of Samuel emerged—the artist whose hues painted stories that never ended.
Whisper
Steps, solitary, each reverberating through the soul, sparking memories untold...
Vivienne stood, a kaleidoscope of colors swirling in her wake, a dancer of the cosmic tapestry.
Vortex
And the clock, ever present, ticked in the background—a heartbeat of the unbroken continuum...
There was Cassius, the engineer of dreams, crafting worlds behind closed eyes.
Forge
Footsteps, a cadence, like drums in an ancient ritual, calling to the depths...