In the still air of forgotten echoes,
a voice lingers in the mist—
the tapestry woven by unseeing hands
on looms of shadow and light.
Listen closely, for the tales unfold
in whispers too timid for the bold:
fractals of existence dance around,
stars in the firmament of memory.
Between the folds of yesterday's dreams,
paths not taken sleep in silent realms,
where the sun spills its golden hue
on dew-kissed pages of stories untold.
A child's laughter echoes through
the corridors of time's embrace—
a symphony muted by the passage
yet vibrant in the shadows it casts.
Can you hear the murmurs? Click below to release the echoes.
Venture forth into the realm of whispers,
where shadows and light entwine seamlessly:
Silence in the Wind
Reflective Murmurs
Unveiled Secrets