In the abyss of ink and silence, where thoughts entwine with shadows, there lies an era untouched by the light of spoken words. Each mind, a labyrinth; each era, a whisper etched into the fabric of time.
Have we not danced upon these silent screams nestled within the heart? The echoes whisper tales untold, a tapestry of melancholic musings woven from the stardust of forgotten dreams.
The Whispered Abyss
Pathways of Luminaries
Silence’s Tantrum