In the stillness of the shadow's whisper,
the pantomimer dances
on the edge of tomorrow's enigma.
Hands weave stories beneath the veil of silence,
speaking the unspoken truths of time's embrace.
Echoes of laughter, like ripples in a dream,
dance upon the mirror's edge.
Reflection, an illusion of what was never there,
yet always hiding in plain sight,
where light and shadow share their secrets.
Seek the realm between the words,
where the pantomime breathes
and finds solace in the void.
Wager not your heart on certainty,
for the truth lies in paradox itself.
Enter the Echo |
Whisper of the Veil