"Listen to the whispered thoughts in the darkened recesses, a symphony of silence."
In the quietude of the unlit universe, shadows juxtapose the idea of certainty; one cannot step into the same dark twice.
"Reality is merely a fragile curtain; behind it, the dreams are rendered yet unseen."
The cracks in existence allow the light through, revealing the unkempt hope that sprawls in unanticipated corners.
In the obsidian frame of night, every heartbeat becomes an existential question—what remains when the day collapses?
Illuminations | Echoes of the Mind | The Thin Veil of Dreams