In the stillness of the night, unuttered cries linger. A symphony of melancholic musings that dance upon the cusp of consciousness. What do they seek? To awaken our slumber, or perhaps to lull us deeper into the embrace of oblivion? The choice is but an illusion.
Listen, for the whispers travel through the cracks of our fortified realities. They echo: Dreams of the Silenced. There lie the truths we fear to acknowledge, wrapped in the tenderness of forgotten lullabies.
Each scream, a thread woven into the tapestry of existence. Each thread, a reminder of the fragile weave between the realms of the spoken and the imagined. Whisper of the Shadows, and they might reveal the unseen, the unheard, the unfelt.
Prepare your heart, for it is here we shall confront the chaos within, a maelstrom of introspection and surreal clarity. The silent screams demand nothing but the courage to listen. Will you?