Beyond the Visible

The echoes remain, tethered to whispers that fade like the afterglow of a forgotten song. In the corridors of silence, remnants weave themselves into the fabric of dusk, where shadows rest among the embers of memory. Beyond the visible, a delicate haze embraces the contours of what once breathed life into the mundane.

I walk through these passageways, where each footfall stirs the dust of ancient stories. Vivid fragments of laughter and tears are woven into the walls, now kissed by desolation's tender hand. Here lies the essence of what was—unseen yet felt, an unspoken testament to time's enduring caress.