Lost Silence

In the silence of the forgotten echoes, whispers of eternity paint the air with colors unseen, luminous thoughts floating like specters in a misty night.

Every sound, a fragment of time, every pause, a universe of possibilities. Listen closely to the silence, for it speaks in the absence of voice, a language of the cosmos mouthing truths we dare not hear.

Within the void, stars are born from the silent cries, and the moonlight dances on the edges of darkness, illuminating pathways through the spaces in between.