In silence, the whisper holds its dominion. Chart anew the territories where sound succumbs to absence:
To follow the path of echoes, walk backward at noon in a shadow that does not exist. Start at the place where the horizon meets its twin...
Gaze upon the map and discern the uncharted.
Step further into shadows but do not forget the ones that follow.
Witness the breath of forgotten dimensions and perhaps, understand the undersighed.