In the quiet corners of our consciousness, lies the ugliest truth—an unsettling peace that whispers tales of despair and inevitability. It hides under the guise of silence, waiting for moments when the noise of life fades into a distant echo.
Lost in the grid of existence, each waltz with this truth becomes a dance of understanding. The steps are heavy, shrouded in shadows, yet they lead us to a destination not defined by light or hope, but by the acceptance of what is.
The silence grips tightly, an embrace that is both estranging and liberating. As we turn and spin with this presence, we discover the beauty locked within the chaos of our thoughts—a beauty that demands acknowledgment of its harshness.
Beyond the horizon of our dreams, the silence continues to hum its somber tune. In this melody, echoes of the past collide with visions of the future, creating a symphony that urges us to listen more than we speak.
And as the final note fades, the truth remains—a constant, a reminder, a companion.