There is an echo of silence in the corridors of memory, where whispers converge and diffuse amidst forgotten tales. Each step resonates within the vacuousness, pregnant with the question left unasked, the truth spiraling in the periphery.
To wander is to embrace the maze of fleeting moments, to traverse the tapestry woven from shared breaths and secret smiles. Invisible threads bind heart to heart, across the chasms of time, as constellations chart the unspoken journey that dreams ignite.