Depths of Echo

Introspections of the Infinite Mind

The ocean murmurs a forgotten song, one which only the souls of stars can hear.

Silence is a tapestry woven through threads of whispers; each thread is a dream unspoken.

Embrace the shadows where voices intertwine, echoing through the corridors of your own solitude.

In the desolate echo of thoughts unshared, a symphony of solitude plays on.

This ethereal path leads onward. Perhaps, you will pause, breathe, and rotate: