In the folds of shadow, where words become wisps,
a symphony of solitude resonates.
Memory, a delicate thread, spun from the ether,
weaving through moments that linger and fade. The soul pricks each strand,
discovering echoes of laughter never spoken, landscapes unseen yet felt.
Pauses, unheard sighs—intimate dialogues in quiet contemplation.
Each heartbeat, a reminder of the rhythm beneath the silent facade.