Shadows creep across ceilings where light never touches, and the walls breathe in hushed moments. It's always the same: a door that creaks open to nowhere. Inside the confines of reality, the tangents of thought weave through corridors of silence. Can you hear them? The echoes of unsaid words?

In the realm of noise, darkness unfolds like a worn tapestry with fraying edges. Threads unravel, memories become whispers, and the familiar turns foreign. There was once a garden here... was there?

Whispers in circles, spiraling outward—a dance of entropy. Not a story, but fragments, scattered across the endless horizon. Somewhere, there lies a truth buried beneath the noise. find it

Every so often, the air changes, a shift so subtle it could be a sigh or the ghost of laughter lost in time. Paths we tread with uncertain feet, on the cusp of realms unseen. repeat silence

The unfolding grows louder, a cacophony of whispers. Listen closely, and you might catch the fleeting truth—a flicker in the void. gaze