Silently pursuing the echo of unseen keys, shadows cascade.
Each turn of a lock a discussion with silence itself.
What world lies beyond the shimmer of light filtering through woven lies?
In dreams unturned by the noon sun, where do you hang your hopes, crystalline against the fog?
These keys—they twist and turn, whispering secrets
only to vanish in the morning light.
Moments cast aside, untamed silhouettes dance upon an empty stage.
The music they play isn't for ears, but for hearts clothed in shadows.
Voices unmoved, unmodulated by time—silence becomes their court.
Each reverberation a call to the invisible. Each pause a reminder:
Light's truth stings, an unspoken congregation.