In a world constructed of fleeting glances, what stories are woven in the shadows?
Reflection cascades, a waterfall of thought, whispers of existence intertwining, revealing truths obscured.
Do the notes of silence compose symphonies only the mind can hear? Resonance in the void, echoing forever.
The symphony unfolds, yet remains unheard by those who refuse to listen. Are we dancers in the dark?
To perceive the echoes of a narrative so profound that it dances between realms.
Whispered visions morph as twilight embraces the world in enigmas.
The question remains: who orchestrates the chaos that envelops the mind and unfolds the fabric of reality?