Are we the sum of our silences? In that moment before the next word—between breaths, between tides—what landscapes unfurl within?
I recall a space where the palette dulled, not out of negligence but design. A quiet intention permeates the universe's most complex narratives. Here, I see duotones fading into monochromes. Shadows whisper their secrets.
Resonant echoes: unfamiliar palaces inhabited solely by expectation, untraveled rooms decorated by memories half-formed. Much like you and I, mirrored but not known.
Turn to the next reflectionEnter the monochrome song