Shadows converse in silent corridors, where tread the footsteps of forgotten echoes. Voices blend with the brush of dusk, tender as petals falling upon the whispering stream.
What tales your shadows utter, behind the veil of sleep? What reflections dance upon the surface of your still waters? Murmur back, listen closely.
In these dim retreats, the air is thick with unspoken words, a gentle agony of solitudes. Reflections ask, "Do you understand?" They dissolve into the shadows, an echo that never truly leaves.
Journey further: where the light falters and existence curdles in nuance. Examine the cascade of these sensations—echoes of time, reflections of essence.