Echoes of forgotten dreams drift in the shadows, whispering secrets only known to the stars. Silence has a sound, they say, though the rift it creates between reality and illusion sings a song only the brave dare to confront. Beyond the edges of this silence, do thoughts find homes, or do they scatter like autumn leaves in search of meaning?
Can a thought's abandonment echo back into the heart of those who have cast it? A question intertwined with the tapestry of existence itself—a dissonant harmony that resonates through empty corridors of perception. Listen closely, and one might hear the silent symphony playing just for them.