Could the shadows speak, they would undoubtedly unravel the very confines of our understanding, penetrating with words unspoken, buried deep within the shadows that make us question
An echo of thoughts, unfinished, like the faces of a clock without hands, whirling in endless cycles, a ceaseless vortex of
From the edges of twilight, a voice sings an impassioned song of ages past, resonating through the corridors of a time we dare not comprehend, perhaps reflecting the essence of a world where
What lies beyond the brink of understanding, where every breath we take, every whisper we hear, leads us closer to the edges of a dream unfulfilled, a reality where