"In the absence of sound, they linger. The whispers, dark and symbiotic, take root within the mind's cavern, echoing through the void where no lantern dares to shine."
A curious oracle glimpses the shadows, seeking answers in the hollowed whispers. The void is both a cradle and a tomb, nurturing thoughts that neither begin nor end.
"Listen closely, and you may hear them sing—their song, a dirge for the light, a hymn for the hidden, endlessly twisting like smoke in the night."
Dive Deeper | Celestial Drift