In the quiet corners, where shadows breathe, time folds around whispered dreams.
The tapestry that hides the light is woven from threads of forgotten thoughts, each a silent scream echoing into the void. As twilight kisses the edges of reality, the hidden luminescence flickers—an unrecognized hope, a half-remembered promise.
We traverse these realms, gripped by the weight of words unspoken, the burdens of stars that never dared to shine. Beneath the silent cry of the universe, we find our reflection—fragile, transient, beautiful in its imperfection.
The night holds us close, and for a moment, we are not alone.