Flickering echoes of the past, whispered in murmured tones:
To navigate the convoluted haze, heed the undercurrents;
raise not your voice, for silence speaks volumes.
In the dance of shadows and elusive phantoms, we strive to illuminate. As serene constellations shift, each star's path a reminder of transient equilibrium. Should the haze grow thicker, touch the screen softly, allow the flicker to guide your understanding.
Ephemeral Forms Forgotten Trails