In the whispering corridors of thoughts, where silence learns the language of echoes, we discover paths not of tracks nor trails, but of reflections and shadows cast by the unsaid words of the universe.
Compassionate travelers embark on these paths, their steps muted in the stillness, each pause a note in the symphonic tapestry woven by their inner journeys.
When music began as a silent composition, before the hands have touched the keys, its existence is a philosophical enigma, an eternal question inscribed within notes written across the blank sheets of a soul.
Unheard ConsequentlyThe composition of silence endures, erasing melodic boundaries, creating new notes from the fabric of environments untouched by the paradigm of known sound.
What reveals itself through vigilant oblivion? The answer lies cascading like forgotten melodies beneath the surface of consciousness—a tuneful paradox.