The murmurs traverse the endless folds of silence. There, in the hidden arches of twilight, shadows whisper tales of forgotten echoes.
Upon the invisible paths tainted with the essence of dreams, a gentle procession of thoughts stirs — a mystic dance of the unseen and the untold.
These are the silent screams that linger, suspended, in the veils of night; remnants of broken dialogues seeking solace in the void.
Venture deeper, and you will find the heart of the murmurs, veiled by the soft embrace of darkness.
Embrace the spinning whispers that weave through the tempo of the stars, a haunting lullaby of timeless elegance.