Empathy Tape

In the shadowy corridors of unspoken words, there lies a piece of the unseen puzzle. Whispering fragments, scattered and forgotten. "What binds the lost without making chains?" Open another door

Assemble what you cannot see, yet feel the edges with your troubled fingertips. The void echoes, never filled, never whole. "Where does the heartache find its home?" Enter the fortress

Threads of darkness weave through the tapestry of misunderstanding. Each strand a bridge, each bridge crumbling into the abyss of isolation. Empathy, a fragile entity, kept together by the tape of untruths and comforting lies. We wander, seeking parts that never were, never will be.

Should one dare to tread the labyrinth of human connection, beware the corners where light dare not dance. Here, no mirrors reflect the soul's true form, and shadows mock with silent laughter.