Labyrinth of Unspoken Thoughts

In the echo chamber of silent storms, words untold live between the lines of reason. They flutter, like forgotten butterflies caught in the static web of a neon fog.

Can you hear the whispers of moths against a broken light, seeking warmth in their lost dance? Touch the unreality of them, and watch as truths warp and vanish into flickering shadows.

Explore further into realms not yet spoken, where whispers form walls and silence fills the void.