The screen flickers, shadows dancing to a forgotten tune. In the pause, a thousand unshed whispers linger. Would they still watch if the words could be seen? |
She stepped into the light, a silhouette of resolve against the gray tableau. The world outside was silent; it had forgotten to express its noise. Carry on? Pressing forth into nothingness.
He looked away, not to ignore, but to embrace the aching anticipation of the unseen. Somewhere in the muted chaos, a truth awaited itself beyond the rhetoric. The answer echoed in silence, but did he dare hear it? Return again?
An old projector sputters, catching fragments of a life lived in shadows. Faces without names, names without faces. Were these mere ghosts, or the essence of something shy of understanding? Perhaps tomorrow?
The final frame, a soft crackle of end. Questions remain unasked, unanswered. The silence now speaks their names in whispers only the dark comprehends. Stay awhile longer?