In the timelessness of cascading thoughts, unbound by the limits of words, echoes the whisper of tranquility,
an orchestra composed in silence.
Colors dissolve into the hymn of the unknown, never could I describe it as a roar, but a symphony of whispers
flowing across infinite undulations...
Some days time falls like the water, other times it rises like a song ascending, never quite ending.
Breaths are colors, are whispers, are falls... Can you hear it? The rhythm holds.
Sound of Light in Virtue Valleys
Refrains from the Echo Chamber
Crumbs of Eternity