Camels breathe in shadows of rainfall unseen, whispers echoing in corridors of dreams —

Do mirrors ever question their own reflections? Or is it the shards that laugh in pieces?

An invisible orchestra plays a symphony of one single thought repeating...

Echo

A clock with no hands spins stories of moments lost in kaleidoscopic infinity,

Inside the glass box, a silent riddle waits — why do we question what doesn’t ask?

Puzzle

The moon’s laughter sounds only in the silence of the hidden dawn...

Thousands of glimmers dance on a faceless stream as if to sing the unsung.

Whisper