In the quiet of the twilight, when the world exhales softly, shadows dance to a melody only they can hear. Silhouettes of stories untold, waltzing across the stage of your mind, leaving imprints of thoughts unspoken.
These are the symphonies composed in silence, woven with the threads of introspection. Each step a cadence, each flicker a note, echoing in places where whispers dare not tread.
Underneath the surface, beneath the veil of light, lies a whole universe of silent dialogues, where shadows find solace in their lonely dance.
Ephemeral Musings Whispered Lullabies