Division of Murmurs

In the silence of the ether, words find gravity only in the heart of the beholder. Here, we share a quiet dance.

"Do we dare divide the whispers, piece by piece?" asked the shadow, tracing lines on the surface of sound. "The division is not ours to claim," replied the light, bending under the weight of unspoken truths. "Yet here we stand, architects of the intangible," mused the echo, drifting between realms as time held its breath.

Beyond the veils of murmur lies a landscape untouched by certainty. In this expanse, our thoughts take on a form—echoes of a life yet lived.