The Hungry Void

An aching silence swirls, a whispered echo lingering where words once danced. The void encompasses, hungry for meaning—an unfathomable appetite.

Fragments, a jigsaw incomplete, call softly in the shadows. Each piece a story: a stolen glance, a forgotten smile, a memory that slips through ephemeral fingers.

What remains but to embrace the nothingness? The tapestry of voids weaves tales of wonder—yet unwritten, unimagined.

Pieces lost to time float by, glinting in the peripheral vision of dreams. Can one capture the fleeting shadow? Do you dare to create from the absence?

As night befalls, the void listens. It stretches, intertwines, forever grasping at edges of thoughts unspoken, unfulfilled.