In the silence of existence, where every star trembles with untold stories, lies a symphony composed by solitude. A song without a name, echoing through the corridors of eternity—a ~mutation~ of forgotten verses.
What is the sound of silence when the moon hums its lullaby to the restless tides? Where does the dream reside when its song is swallowed by the dawn? These are the questions woven into the fabric of now.
From the ashes of silence rise unsung songs, each note a testament to fears yet unvoiced, a resonance captured in the shifting sands of time—an immortal conundrum, a fleeting lament.
Consider the enigma: What If, the resonance of our thoughts echoed in the void, crafting new realities, one contemplation at a time.
Or dare to question The Unwritten, the songs that could have been, tracing silhouettes of dreams uncharted in the annals of silence.
Join the conversation with the cosmos, where every gaze upward is a dialogue and every breath a shared melody. Dance with the echoes.