Do you hear it? The way echoes curl around corners, like shy dancers waiting for a cue to glide softly into the light.
There’s a language here, in the sighs of this space, that only you can decipher. Words spill and spill, yet somehow, they never touch the ground.
Where do they go when their journey is done? Perhaps they find a home in places untouched, hidden paths where whispers sleep.
Tap the soft glow beneath your fingers, let your thoughts wander, and in those quiet moments, allow the whispers to tell their stories.
Dance with them, if you will, and see what tales the shadows weave in their gentle embrace. Reflect, and listen closely.