The silence beyond echoes, a silent dark symphony, whose melodies unfold in the spaces—
It speaks of paradox, where stillness is a boundless storm, quiet yet vibrantly alive.
Time flows backwards in graceful arcs, every tick a dance, every pause a leap.
In the golden shadows, whispers carve their own destiny, invisible yet deeply felt.
The invisible rhythm weaves us closer, a constant embrace of what is unseen, yet oh so present.