Mosaic of Silence

In silence, the universe whispers secrets hidden beneath sound's chaotic veil.

Echoes of untold stories dance like shadows in the twilight mind.

To listen is to surrender, to absorb the void that is never empty.

Mirrors reflect the reflections of other mirrors, speaking in tongues unspoken.

Does the silent tree fall in silence, or is it the silence that falls with it?

Every mosaic is a memory, a collection of forgotten moments in broken time.

Enter the Labyrinth

Mosaic is the whisper of eternity, holding the fragments that once were whole.

Fragments of Time

In the mosaic of silence, we find ourselves reflected, distorted, and whole.

Quilted Memories