Beyond the noise of existence, in shadows barely acknowledged, lies a route less traveled by the sound of tongue and idea.
What lays in the whisper of worlds unseen, where silence speaks a language older than light?
These paths are forged not by footsteps but by the stillness left behind. In the echo of an unopened door, in the gentle sway of your unformulated dreams.
Imagine the dialogue between stars, an unvoiced serenade of celestial bodies orbiting time’s oblivion. Would the night itself listen, or is it, too, wrapped in silence's embrace?
The ground beneath whispers tales of yesterday's tomorrows, a mosaic of moments not meant to be linear or understood.