In which the echoes of the unheard swirled like petals in a forgotten garden...can you feel the stillness grasp unvoiced revelations?
Whispers collide, intertwining like shadows beneath moonlit water; do you see them dance? Resonating against the fabric of unsaid words.
A Siren song drips from the edges of reality, each droplet a heartbeat reverberating across the chasm of empty space...the silent spectres begin to argue.
Mirror your thoughts in the silence, dive into the depths where nothing is said but everything is known—a labyrinth of light threading through each mind.
Marvel at the orchestration of silence, where each note holds its breath and each beat escapes comprehension...align your heartbeats with the void itself.
Time falters as dreams spiral in erratic splendor; dear wanderer, what verses do you chase in the unseen dawn?