The silence between breaths, a gap in the rhythm of existence, often overlooked, yet profound.
Like ancient manuscripts, our lives are written and rewritten. Memories fade, ink blots, and eras erased. Here, a whisper of what was; there, a trace of what could have been. Oh, the stories hidden beneath silence—forgotten voices that echo in the corridors of our unspoken dreams.
Can we find meaning in what is unsaid, in the pauses woven into conversations like breaths in poetry?
Palimpsest of memories: a name, a date, a feeling sketched once upon the skin of time, now obscured, yet not absent. Still there in the ether, haunting, whispering secrets, imploring us to listen.
Imagine the stories buried beneath the noise of today, waiting to be uncovered like relics in the sand.
Travel through the moments: Murmurs, Spoken, Reflections