In the quiet dawn of self-reflection, the fleeting paths of life whisper their secrets. A doorway unseen, yet felt—a threshold between what was and what could be.
Memories dance like autumn leaves, swirling around a core of undisturbed calm. Each memory a thread, weaving a tapestry of consciousness—a fabric both familiar and foreign.
Among the threads, some speak of hidden paths and secret doorways, others echo the silence of unspoken thoughts. Yet all remind us of the beauty found in stillness, where the chaotic echoes align into a symphony of solitude.
Follow the echoes | The shadow's guide to light