To ponder the existence of shadows, fragments lost in the echoes of thought, where nothing truly... resides.
Moments slip through our fingers... and yet, isn't the essence woven in the fabric of waiting?
When the intangible brushed against the spirit, dreams… scatter like autumn leaves in a forgotten alley.
We wander, elusive. Can we embrace the chaotic order hidden within the silence?
Existence isn't a presentation, but a bare whisper of the cells grown numb, vibrating without purpose.
Perhaps the invisible forms a bridge to something more profound, an unseen universe echoing...
Echoes of The Silence – where echoes hold the truth of shadows...
Unseen Vacuum – the narrative of absence, unraveling worlds unperceived.