Ever felt a word you didn't say reverberate through the corridors of your mind? It's like casting a stone into a still pond and finding the ripples echoing into eternity.
Sitting at the edge, you might hear threads of conversations long past, drifting back in time. Anchored, they pull at your heart, whispers of gravity wells unseen.
Sometimes, silence speaks louder than thunder. Shadows dance on walls made of time, but only you can hear their story. It’s an art form, really. An abstract symphony of what-ifs and maybes.
Retrieve the Lost | Waves of Dreams
In these vast waters, we're all voyagers beneath a moonlit sky, finding gravity in places we never expected. It's quiet, yet alive, these echoes singing songs of everything that's been.