Did you ever notice, in the creaks of the sleepy floorboards, how they tend to echo secrets? Echoes in silence paint abstract whispers, and yet...
Consider the clouds: they're actually just clouds, right? But in whispers, they narrate tales of fables...
Or, hear the murmur of the forgotten streets. You’d think they're silent, but they speak of things no one dares to speak about.
Like a mirage dancing on a sunburnt horizon, invisibly inked conversations wander through whispering silence.
People say silence is golden, but sometimes, it can turn into a riddle, wrapped in opaque dreams.
So, we'll sit and linger here, amidst the subtle whispers of nebulous clouds, and speak with shadows dancing on the edge of conversation... silently.