In the quiet hours, when the world's cacophony succumbs to silence, there lies a light—soft, tender, and fleeting. It whispers tales of forgotten paths, of moments swallowed by the vastness of time.
Stand at the precipice, where shadows of yesterday gently fade away. Here, the light beckons, inviting you to see beyond what is tangible, to embrace the serene dance of your fleeting thoughts as they meld into the ether.
Walk a path lined with memories, like stars scattered across a dark canvas, glimmering just out of reach. Each step echoes a silent prayer, each breath a whisper lost to the void. Yet, there is peace in this oblivion, a warmth that surrounds your weary soul.
As you traverse this luminous journey, remember the light is but a reflection of what lies within, an interminable glow that persists, even as it flickers and dims with the passage of time.
Hear the Echoes