Whispers of the Unheard

In the cavernous labyrinth of silent stories, where dust dances slowly in the sun's lament, lies the tale of what was never spoken. Shadows cling to pages unwritten, their edges curling in the warmth of memories that were never formed—an echo of voices lost in the crevices of time.

Listen closely, and you may hear it—a murmur in the rustling leaves overhead, a sigh in the steady heartbeat of an unseen world. The weight of unexpressed dreams seeps through the paper walls, binding those who linger to the essence of what could have been. The ink suffocates not in absence but in the gravity of things felt yet deeply unheard.

Once, there was a desire to inscribe into existence the stories of stars extinguished and oceans bridged by hope. Yet, these words threaded through the soul’s loom find solace only in the untouched ether, in the soft embrace of the unsaid. Wanderer, do you hear them—the echoes of the unheard, calling you back to a place where silence blooms?