Echoes of the Light-Whisperers
Ever sit in a room so quiet, it feels like the walls are gossiping? The kind where you can almost hear the echoes of conversations that never happened—like shadows trying to remember their owners?
“In the depths of silent whispers, we found echoes of ourselves.”
Imagine walking through a forest at dusk, the light just slipping away, and there's this gentle hum around you. It's like the air is full of stories, but you can catch only the fragments and whispers.
These stories? They cast silhouettes like old friends you never quite met. You nod, you smile, you remember.
Tracing Phantoms
Ever wonder what a whisper looks like? Like, really looks like? Maybe it glows, maybe it fades, and maybe it dances in the air like it's got nowhere else to go.