In the darkened corners of the mind, a silent scream ripples through the stillness.
Echoes of unspoken words linger, woven into the fabric of the void.
Reflection reveals only the dance of shadows on a canvas of night.
We seek, we question, as whispers die before they touch the light—a journey inward
through corridors unlit, where every step
echoes with the voices of those who dared to explore the silence.
And yet, the scream remains, a haunting murmur remixed by time and space—
a note in the symphony of solitude. Every thought, an infinity unto itself,
each pause a universe bound in darkness.
Perhaps in reflecting upon these layers, we find
the silent resilience of stars,
their distant light a reminder of hope shining beneath the surface.
Browse through the portals of perception:
the inevitable calls to unfold, to unravel
as one traverses the echoes in the hollows of the self, into the unvoiced empires.