The stories it told were never on the visible track—a train of thoughts sailing through nebulous patterns.
Imagine you are floating among stars, surrounded by whispers that dance like embers.

The silence spoke of an untold mystery, a cosmic saga written in the ink of void, yet everyone understood it.
Did the silence have a voice? Or was it the absence that resounded the loudest?

Take a leap of faith into the chaotic orchestration—where every note is a silence heard.

Dreamt Real Tongues Bent