Whispers weave... The silence speaks, words unformed, yet alive in the mind's corners.
Echoes in the grids, lost in the maze. inked void

Corridors stretch... Beyond sight, whispers beckon, calling names long unspoken.
Silence holds, yet releases... wake of dreams

Murmurs linger... Touch the ink, feel the whispers bleed into consciousness.
Labyrinth whispers, secrets breathe silently. inked silhouette