I sit in silence.
What is that which can fill a room, yet weighs nothing and is invisible? The answer lies in your shadow, when the sun speaks.
Listen closely to the echoes of the soul's canvas.

When does a question cease to exist?
They say the stars hold the answers, but they can only whisper secrets to those who dare to listen to the void.
Each sigh of the universe tells a story untold.

Whispers in the twilight
If time were a river, would it cradle you or drown your memories with silent currents?
Every ripple questions its own reflection.