In the corridor of suspended existence, moments are shadows that dance between the seen and the unseen. Silhouettes caught in the embrace of luminescence without warmth, they are stories untold.

These are not the figures cast by the sun, nor by man’s fickle torch. They are companions of the dusk, baring secrets on the cusp of clarity and obscurity.

The gentle hum of resonance can be felt beneath the surface, a pulse within the void. Are you aware, that you too, are a silhouette within this mirage?

In contemplation, find where flickers of invisible light reveal truths. The moment is now—a mirage that bends and sways with every breath.