In the reverse hush, gather words not spoken by lips. There are things that are meant to dissolve into shadows.
Beyond the great abyss of what is known, lie the silent guardians, waiting for ears attuned to the sacred hum.
Remember, the tranquil dreams are where the beginnings root themselves, unheard and unseen.
To pierce through the veil, one must tread lightly upon the echoing paths, ever mindful of the veiled luminescence.
There lies a place uncharted, where reflections bear truths undisputed, if only by those who listen.