In the quiet moments, when thoughts drift like gossamer threads, there lies a resonance—a soft echo of what is unsaid. Time ticks slower in these shadows, where whispers linger.
The world outside, a cacophony of existence, contrasts starkly with the stillness inside. Here, one finds solace, a breath caught between reality and the infinite: the unknown.
There are stories buried beneath soft soil and stars swallowed by fog, hidden yet prominent, like silhouettes against the night. What screams do we suppress? What truths fade into the ether?
Journey Through a Fading Dream