Echoes of the Unseen

"I walked a path that whispered beneath the soles of my shoes, a soft murmur only perceptible to those who tread lightly."

The streetlamp flickered, its brittle glow sketching fleeting shapes against the cool night air. In the stillness, a voice emerged, woven from the threads of forgotten conversations, a tapestry of murmured secrets and unspoken truths.

"They say shadows can talk if you pay attention, if you lean close enough to hear their breath."

Every step echoed a question, every pause a hesitant answer lingering on the border of comprehension. Yet, understanding was not the aim; it was in the listening that one found solace, a rhythm of echoes guiding the way.