Ciphered Truths
In the clarity of obscured vision, one finds the serenity of hidden chaos.
Time is but a reflection
Fragmented whispers of eternity
Console the restless thoughts
Engage the ciphered syntax
Ink on water:
> "I was never here," she said,
> before the clock unturned.
Is silence louder than unspoken words?
Navigate through the labyrinth of meaning
where paths are illusions of destination.
To decode the universe, one must first unlearn the art of language.
Converge with the whispered realities beyond the veil.