Have you ever stared into a space so empty it felt like you were seeing echoes of things that never were? Like standing in a room with walls you can't see, but you feel the chill of absence wrapping around you.
Sometimes I think about how people leave imprints even when they don't mean to. A smile here, a frown there, and suddenly the cosmos feels slightly askew, chasing shadows of moments that have drifted into the past. Ever maxed out your thoughts, only to find an unexpected wisdom hidden in a memory that's just out of reach?
It's odd, isn't it? The way a void can hum with the remnants of a presence, like a ghost watching you with idle curiosity, waiting to see what you'll make of the nothingness they left behind. When I walk through these spaces, I wonder if I should leave something too—a note, a pebble, perhaps just a word whispered into the cool wind.
So, what do you think? Is it better to leave a mark, or is it wiser to let the emptiness stand as it is? Here, take a moment to consider.