Within the silent symphony, a hue awaits the eager gaze to unravel its spectral secrets.
Whispers among the shadows dance with colors beyond comprehension, as light plays its trickery upon sight. Seek not what is known, but the canvas of mist that conceals the truth of forgotten ardor.
Time unfurls like a raven's wing, casting doubts in the light's embrace while echoes fade to nothingness.
In the fold of eternity, the seconds mock the linear drift. Listen where silence births the audacity of voices unsaid, suspended in the paradox of a caress that never was.