A muted wall remembers colours that never were, where shadows embraced solace amidst silent strain. Ghosts of gestures, tethered to invisible anchors, drift through corridors of detachment, untold in forgotten verses.
Subtle whispers trace forgotten dreams—phantoms named by analogy, marked in atmospheric residue. They fade into the ether of lost touch, their specters laced in cosmic ink, elusive, dwindling just beyond the immediacies of memory.
Enter the Labyrinth of Echoes