Hidden Portals

A whisper, a shadow, a flicker in the corner, do you see it—the edge of reality fraying like an old sweater, threads pulling apart, a hidden door always just out of reach, silent screams echoing in voids untouched...

In the corners of the mind, where the sunlight never reaches, lies the invisible portals, secrets lurking in the cracks. Do you feel it? The pulse of despair, an undying rhythm, like a heart that beats within the stone walls. Silent screams resonate, oh how they resonate, piercing through the darkness like fading stars.

Through the corridors of thought, voices trapped in glass, speaking without sound, a cacophony of silent truths. Every breath, every heartbeat, an echo... an echo... are you listening? Or are you trapped in your own web, entangled in the threads of consciousness?

The walls breathe, do you hear them? The rhythm, the rhythm, the hidden doors, a labyrinth of endless paths leading nowhere, or perhaps everywhere. Silent screams that haunt, that taunt, that guide you through the void.

Beyond the portals, beyond the whispers, lies something more. Something unseen, sealed, waiting. Do we dare to open our eyes? Or is it better to remain in the silence of the dark, screaming silently? Ah, the question lingers… forever.