What exists beneath the layer of perception?
In the silence of the void, whispers gather, unseen, like echoes waiting to be uttered.
Philosophers and specters alike ponder the same question:
"In sight's absence, do shadows cease to exist, or is presence a matter of willing perception?"
The unseen may not be absent, just concealed by the fabric of our perception.
Existence itself becomes a reflection of willingness — to see, to hear, to acknowledge the silent symphony orchestrated by invisible hands.
"What is the echo, if not a lingering thought in the caverns of consciousness?"
The spectral echoes, unseen, urge us to listen with more than just our eyes, to embrace the phantoms that dance just beyond the veil.