Shadows whisper louder when the sun is absent, reflective walls bow politely as voices trace the air, invisible canvases painted with sound.
Reverberations of untold stories, paths intertwined, seeking listeners yet defined more by emptiness being filled.
The geometry of vibrations, angles sharp with narrative threads woven into tapestry of walls. Here, silence makes promises its echoes never keep.
The clock with no hands still counts those who stand motionless, waiting at intersections within the void.