In the silent domain of whispers, thoughts drift like stars lost in a night sky—each an echo of what once was, or perhaps, what might have been.
Silence here is not empty; it is filled with a tapestry woven from the subtle movements of the soul. Shadows speak, and the universe listens.
Reflections on the edges of consciousness dance like memories on the brink of fading. Do they speak of journeys undertaken, or those still waiting?
Every echo finds its path, circling through the void until it returns home, a home perhaps reimagined in the heart's quiet longing.
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