Specters of unvoiced echoes, flitting across the mirrored canvas. Here, where the void speaks, whispers coil around spectres of thought, sliding to and fro in tangled currents.
The shoreline of existence kisses intangible grains of sand. A paradoxical realm unveils, relentless, embracing riddles entangled in light's reflection. Do you hear the whispers?
Mixtures of shadow and luminescence weave forgotten tapestries beneath surfaces smooth and aloof. Ponder the wayfaring whispers that dance just beyond comprehension, invitations from the tenebrous waterfront.
Your essence mingles with fragments anew at faint echoes or find solace drowned within the whispering trail.