"In dreams, we often gaze into a murky abyss, where the whispers of forgotten truths linger like shadows... once they touched the soul of the dreamers, now colors worn out by time."
Somewhere in that tangle of forgotten thoughts... Hidden behind the tapestries of yesterday's silence, there lies a moment, a reflection—waiting silently in the faded ink of memory.
The echo of laughter, the blurred faces, the voices of yesterday fading, coherent yet gossamer threads, whispering hints, whispers, like autumn leaves in a quiet wind.
The Echoes AwaitingTouch to Reveal Hidden Voices