Shadowed whispers linger on the threshold, where light succumbs to the murmur of possibility. These corridors of silence, where each heartbeat reverberates, weave tapestries of moments yet untold. Do you feel them?
In the hollow embrace of forgotten echoes, the sound of reflection takes form, not as an answer, but a lingering question. What remains unseen, unheard? What dances just out of reach, cloaked in the mist of solitude?