Beneath the shrouded veil of dim illumination, specters of forgotten thoughts drift silently, illuminating paths not taken, whispers echo in corridors where the light fractures.
What is the language of these luminous apparitions? They dart and weave like fireflies countlessly evading capture, tracing patterns in the dark like ephemeral mazes without ends.
As the specters attempt to communicate, their messages remain unspoken, resting instead in the spaces between the glowing threads.
To seek a way through this tapestry is to understand oneself, yet reflection often obscures paths, turning light into mirage.
Transmissions of the Void | Labyrinthine Dreams
With questions lingering like shadows at dusk, we wander, tethered to echoes of possible existences, where time is merely another specter fading into luminescence.