In the vast silence, waves of aquamarine wash over the shores of thought. Every crest a memory, every trough an unspoken word— a silent scream caught in the labyrinth of the mind.
The echoes whisper of what once was, reverberating through the chambers of foregone decisions, mist-laden with the reflections of stars long since extinguished.
Yet, here lies a calm amidst the crescendo, a serene recognition of being, a reminder that even the loudest silence can hold a symphony.
When was the last time your heart heard a truth masked by the noise of existence? Listen closer, and you might find sea tales of the forgotten waiting in the whispers.
Consider the silence as a canvas—unsullied by sound, painted in the hues of your unsung stories, each silent scream a brushstroke, subtle and profound. Perhaps someday we will learn to decipher melodies that hide within these echoes.