Within the fathoms of unheard symphonies—a void, an unraveling tapestry. A whisper clings to eternity's edge, where silence breathes its elusive mystique. The breath of ages past sighing quietly in space, longing, waiting.
The light dances—timid upon inky horizons, traversing its solemn arcs. Once, never again—a touch of warmth that melts the chill of existence, yet intangible, forever lost in the echoes.
The cosmic loom weaves formless threads, stitching silence with sounds unspoken. In whispered shadows, fate identifies its broken mirrors, the canvas of time reflects what once was and what may never be.
Entangled are we, by lines unseen, in this silent opera of requiem and restoration. the soul dances, embraced by the illusion of choice, yet tethered by threads of fate. A woven darkness that nurtures and extinguishes life with a whisper.
Murmurs of ancient echoes, where silence finds its echo, yet rises: part <part> not, creation <creation> destruction.
Threads of Light | Whispers in the Void