The silhouettes sway gently, like whispers entwined in copper wires. Do you hear them? Of course not. Only
those who never listen can hear.
What holds us fast in whispered realms? They speak, the silhouettes, in languages woven from echoes and unspoken dreams.
Beneath the weight of each tether, what thoughts meander through unseen lands? Or perhaps they linger only to
unravel tomorrows kept by shadows.
Feel free to wander off into another stream of consciousness.
Garbled Echoes
Water and Voice