In the echoes of forgotten shadows, does a whisper hold weight? A tapestry of silence hangs between the unspoken and the unheard, woven from the threads of yesterday's dreams.

Absurdity is but silence yelling into the void, seeking a reply that never comes.

Labyrinth of Unspoken Dreams | The Truth that Isn't

We walk paths not taken, yet paved in the wax of our past. Each step echoes louder than the last, a rhythmic dance in solitude.

Woven Silence