Do you see them? The silhouettes of yesterday's whispers, etching stories of forgotten echoes upon the canvas of night. In charades, we dance—silent and unseen, crafting labyrinths of pretense beneath the moon's watchful eye. The floorboards creak under the weight of your untold secrets, and here, among the lingering shadows, your voice trembles, caught between the dawn of comprehension and the dusk of oblivion.

The darkness murmurs a question without sound, a riddle wrapped in the gestures of ghosts: Who are we, if not the reflections of our unspoken fears?

- An acronym of despair, a symbol unyielding, a chart of stars hidden behind the curtain of dreams.

Enter the Shadow Play
Silent Symphony