Between breaths, there lies a gentle space—where silence becomes a canvas of memories, an artist of unfolding thoughts...
The echo of footsteps once familiar, now strange, travels along corridors of forgotten yesterdays. Here, I find the reflection of my own shadow, an old acquaintance.
Treading lightly, each whisper encoded in the silence reads like a letter worn by age, intricate and shimmering at the seams of my consciousness.
The sun shall shine upon old books, gathering dust like fragile dreams. The pages turn by themselves in the light, revealing a story—yet not any story, a whispered tale of us.
Perhaps we were legends, woven from echoes and light, caught temporarily in suspended reflection—soil to sky, the ground woven through with roots of truth.
In these margins of time, zeroing into untouched dimensions, re-acquainting with shaded landscapes leads to mirrored selves—reflections that ripple elegantly within transient moons.
Here, a simple truth survives: every silence speaks, numbered all its untold tales. Swim deep into their folds, catch a whisper, let it guide you to the next path: Echoing Waves or perhaps, Unheard Voices.