Ever seen a whisper? My voice slipped through the keyhole, and oh, how they danced like moths! Cloaks of stars and hats made of yesterday's dreams... I question nothing when nothing questions back. Do they speak in loops? Perhaps the chains know.

Rhythms of murmurs, almost symbiotic, like an echo in a singing cave, lives in the flesh— every thought a tether, a silent scream of unspoken truths... and the loop winks as reality forgets itself. The portals breathe stories. And we are the echoes.

Drift with me into a colored silence, where each heartbeat is a whispered vow... a bond unseen, a hidden lattice of dreams weaving through the void. In the end, we are all strands of a forgotten tapestry.