When the reflection speaks louder than the sound of enlightenment
The colors drift away, abandoning one by one as the dream sinks beneath the waking moon. Heartbeats resonate through monochromatic tunnels.
She spun the void around like a dance with no rhythm, weaving tapestries of shades subdued, only to find echoes of solitude.
Follow the whispers or stay tethered to the silence of what was, the dreamer must choose.
In this world, where the past and future limply fuse into silence, she dreams by the void’s embrace.