In the quiet, where echoes dare not tread,
silence lays its woven tapestry, gentle and profound.
Shadows speak in hushed tones,
words not spoken, but felt—echoes of eternity.
Wander through the unseen corridors,
corridors where thoughts drift like mist,
spectral memories painted in the hues of dusk.
Light Refractions - the unseen path.
Hear the stillness cradle the unsaid, the unseen.
Let the serenity unfold its veils,
revealing the gentle specters of the past.
Unwritten Words - lost in the folds of silence.
Whispering winds through forgotten places,
tracing the echoes of what never lived,
yet remains—silent, spectral, unseen.