The silence is not empty; it carries the weight of all unsayable words
During dusk's illicit rendezvous, shadows VIBRATE, lending credence to the SILENCE, weaving stories of what remains unsaid, whispered through the subtext of lookless gazes.
Do NOT speak when the mirror shatters, echoes hold your soul hostage.
Silent revelations herded by darkness, Ulcerate truth bites beneath the surface:
Attics filled with mists of yesterday noshing on light, signs lit NOT because there’s hope, but something refusal to name to stay hidden underneath the whispers' pulsing surface.
Whisper: Light Thief Shade: Murmur of Boundaries