Echoes

Shadows cast fleeting thoughts, whispering secrets of forgotten nights. Silhouettes sway, cradled by the breath of absence.

Limbs of light folding, dissolve into whispers of memory— ephemeral, like dreams unwoven.

and find solace in scattered moments.

At the edge, where silence thickens, a lone echo arises— it speaks of the unseen, inviting you to dance in the dark.

The Forgotten Room waits, enveloped in nebulous thoughts.

Quantum shadows twist and pulse, perpetually alive, just beyond reach.

Turn to the moth, flickering against the flame— an endless flight.