Somewhere, deep within the abyss of consciousness, a signal flickers—a message not meant for any eye or ear, yet its presence is undeniable. Its cadence is like the heartbeat of a forgotten traveler, a murmur in the tapestry of being.
We speak in languages formed by the silence between words. Eyes meet, hands gesture, yet meaning deludes us until captured between moments—lost, like echoes in a forgotten chamber. The silent screams corrugate the darkness, unraveling threads of truth woven in the fabric of oblivion.
To traverse the unknown is to embrace the noiseless depth, to cherish whispers etched upon the canvas of shadows.
Explore further into the echoes, or envision unseen paths laid by untested steps.