In the echoes of dusk, we find solace in shadows,
whispered truths that vibrate the edges of our reality.
Here, where whispers become tangible,
silhouettes dance on the boundaries of seeing and believing.
These forms, extensions of thought—unfettered and wild,
reveal a universe within the confines of light's retreat.
Listen closely: every silence speaks, every shadow sings.
Amidst furious echoes, the softest word is like a star's birth.