A journey taken not in words, but in the whispers of the mind...
The path lay before him, unseen strokes upon an uncharted canvas. Steps not made, yet felt, composed as if an unseen orchestra marked their intent. Each silent step drew forth melodies from the marrow of the earth, symphonies rooted in the understanding of absence.
They called it 'silent' as if the world outside their conscious shores could ever breach such tranquility. Beyond each breath, an orchestra played, conducted by a hand they could never see, guiding them through silence into a realm only hinted at in books etched with dust.
Wandering beyond sight into the quiet depths of thought, they navigated each imagined stone and stream, their minds weaving the grandeur of a thousand symphonies. But these were not written notes, nor scores upon the tables of the known: they were impulses, tinged with a somber familiarity, half-forgotten yet achingly present.
The excursion leads places unvisible during the day: discover these unseen shores.
Perhaps they were lost, yet never so found: the silence was their compass, the unheeded crescendos their course. And so, amid the placid lull of their symphonic silent venture, they found home, not at journey's end, but in the space between breaths.