Drowned Syllables

In the vast, silent ocean of unsaid, where syllables drift like forgotten ships, a whisper stirs the waters. Truths untold

Lurk beneath the surface, waiting to reshape reality through distortion.

Quantum pulses resonate with the flickers of cosmic flame, unraveling threads of existence in a dance of paradox

—each step echoes soundlessly across untrodden dimensions.

The stars are mere flickering shadows, reflections of worlds submerged in time and space, whose light

travels through the labyrinth of possibilities, seeking shores unseen.