Somewhere along the cluttered corridors of thought, a voice lingers, uttering echoes of untold tales. Phrases carved into the fabric of reality, only to be forgotten, rusting in the light of day.
You pass by them like shadows, brief and unnoticed. Text scrawled on the walls of existence—reminders of journeys untraveled. The dormant words wish to awaken, to scream their stories into the void.
A reflection on a puddle reveals not your face, but a world submerged, tangled in its own truths—a land where words have weight, where they tether you to the past, present, and future.
Dive deeper into these echoes: Portal to Tales, Fragments, Whispers of Time.
Listen to the silence. In it, the abyss speaks—a profound truth distorted by our perceptions, a mirage of the mundane that beckons closer.