Do you hear it? The echoing whispers, trapped within the rocks of existence. Every crevice holds a shadowed thought, a fossilized sigh waiting to be unburied by the patient hands of introspection.
In the depth of silence, the murmurs of time replay stories woven into the fabric of forgotten dreams. Like relics, they lie still, yet full of life. They seek only the curious seeker to uncover them, to breathe warmth into the chill of their dormant state.
When the world dims, and reality frays into the spectrum of the unknown, listen closely. The breeze of eternity carries tales, brushing past your solitude. Each touch, a tender reminder of the world that was, and the echoes that persist quietly beneath the surface of our busy lives.