In the room of eternal whispers,
dust tells stories of the unsaid,
fragments float in paradoxical grace.


Harmony in dissonance;
For silence sings louder than spoken thoughts.
Shadows stretch to embrace the light
that reveals nothing but their essence.


Listen...
to the echoes of yourself
bouncing gently within the soft grains
that cover the secrets of ages past.

Reflect.
Whisper aside the noise of essence;
let the mirror capture glimpses of who are, or who aren't.
In every reflected breath, observe
the symbiosis of whispers and reflections,
a dialogue in motion, an infinite circle.