In the cacophony of silent dialogues, faces speak volumes.
Each tilt, each flicker of the eye, a part of an unending maze.
Where do the passages lead? To the heart, to comprehension, perhaps.
Maze of the day: A reflection on an echo, a labyrinth of expression.
There's a comfort in familiar rhythms,
a solace in the dance of fleeting expressions.
Can you find your way through it?