Conversations beneath the whispers of the unseen. Imagine walking through a place where words become liquid. You can hear them echo in the air, just like that. A melody plays softly in the background. Have you ever danced with raindrops? Each step on the pavement, a rhythm of its own. Splashing softly like secrets spilled in the night. Somewhere in the distance, a bell tolls. Time stretches and bends like a stream flowing around stones—each fragment of thought sparkling like dew in the morning sun.