In the shadows, breathing echoes of life.
Whispers collect like dust motes, trapped in starlit corners.
Time falls through fingers, moments cascade into static.
We are the interval between waves, the silence before the storm.
Consider the weightlessness of an unanswered question.
Your soul, a whisper lost in the void.
Exit through the door. Find the rhythm of forgotten sighs.
Connect with echoes of integration. Pieces countless, united.
What remains when the flicker snuffs out?