In the silence of twilight when the horizon bleeds dreams onto waking skies, we find ourselves contemplating the unsaid. Within every syllable unuttered, a universe curls, waiting to unfold in clang of unsung melodies. Who whispers these truths? They are fragments left by starlight in its elderly dusk, reflecting on twinkling ocean veils.
Imagine a thought, drifting like evening mist, curling around our busy minds till its tendrils weave into our core, ~forever changed. Accounts undivided and destinies rewritten, all innocently dictated by mere wonders lost in hushed secrets of cosmic winds.
Dive deep into these phrases held by the breeze, decipher forgotten echoes, contemplate the dance of harbored whispers in silence's cloak. Shall the silence speak, when we keenly listen?