Otherwhisper

A Transcription of Shadows

In the dim light, he lingered, a specter of yesteryears. The film hissed and crackled, its tale woven in shadows and whispered confessions.

Her silhouette danced on the silver screen, a waltz with the moonlight. Clad in mourning lace, her eyes spoke the words that the film could not show.

Outside, the world was a cacophony of silence, but inside the flickering frame, the whispers of otherwhisper echoed.

"Do you hear it too?" she asked, as the shadows began their eternal refrain.