In the solitude of a million ascents, I am caught in the whispers. Do the unseen corridors of void speak to the void, or do they listen?
Trickling over the skin of the earth, a silent message travels—a resonance between puddle and pond, told in the language of touch and seep, never seen, only felt.
The follies of height, where I began, call me with promise of union—yet, each fall reveals the vulnerability of descent.
Explore the conduit of dreams: Echoes Within.
In corridors of silence, there are echoes yet to be shaped, yet to be known, drifting through temporal spaces until absorbed, untold stories left unspelled.
Another journey awaits: Murmurs of Starlight
I am both beginning and end, a cycle repeated over stones smooth but weary. The truth in silence is not absence, but a dense fullness of becoming.