Echoes of the Undefined

Melodies without sound spiral lazily through the void.

Here, silence screams.

Painted in colors that you can't remember, the forgotten dreams linger just beyond sight,
skirting the edges of perception like ghosts evading the light.

You whisper names into the darkness—
names without faces,
stories without beginnings or ends. On the edge of howling madness,
they listen, they tremble, they vanish.