A shadow danced across my mind, leaving only echoes. What is it we seek in the abyss if not our own reflection? Those who hunt for light within darkness often return marked, inevitable phantoms.
"Have you seen them?" asked the star beneath the trembling oceans.
The silence screams around us, a cacophony unheard by open ears. Instead, we listen through the eyes, perceiving traces like dew on spider silk, glistening yet invisible to the touch.
"The path is devoid of footprints," murmured the fog, veiling its own mouth.
Trace the line where night meets infinity. Where is the line that draws existence from non-existence? In the hunter's heart lies the hunted also—a duality destined to unweave itself in silence.
"We are all shadows," said the candle to the desert wind.
Explore the echoes within:
Echo's Veil
Unravel the whispers:
Murmur to Veil
The silent questions remain:
Archives of Absence