Silhouettes whisper secrets of the night, as gentle breezes stir the silence we find in solitude. These echoes, cast by invisible lights, linger like a distant memory, or a shadow of the soul.
Can we trace these patterns, amid the tangled ridges of the heart? As if each sigh brings forth another silence, a breath of transparency veiled in mystery. Explore further...
Amidst the tangled shadows we journey, bringing only the footprint of thought, an intangible passage through shaded alcoves, illuminated not by moon nor by sun, but by the sincere gaze inwardward. Listen closer...