Beyond the threshold of sound, where the walls breathe stories left untold, lies the echo of what was once said. The floorboards cradle secrets you never heard, waiting for your footfalls to release them into the air—into this atmosphere thick with the perfume of absence. Hear it now? It's just us—two souls adrift in a sea of soundless reveries. But listen closer and you'll find that their murmurs turn into questions. What lies beyond the horizon of your understanding? What truth waits to be discovered, shimmering like heat on the asphalt of a long, forgotten road? Drift further into the void with us, and perhaps you'll stumble upon an answer—or maybe just another question, lingering like a mist over a quiet lake at dawn. Resonance of Silence
The Black Mirror