Harmonies of the Obscured
In the dim shadows of consciousness, silhouettes become ethereal. They dance, permeating silent spaces, whispering fragments of eternal reverie. The passages overlap, an exposition unto their own mystery; echo driftwood, unanchored dreams aimlessly carved upon the waves.
They weave through the corridors of forgotten empires, where the walls hum a notorious secret—a medley of myths unspoken, sunken beneath the weight of relentless time. Each silhouette pulsates, an echo of immortality seeking solace amidst transient crevices of existence.