Within the echoes of a forgotten void, the murmur of shadows caresses reality. Night stretches its grasp; visions of abandoned regrets swirl like ancient dust, as if every heartbeat reverberates in tandem with the cosmic dance of colliding stars.
Here, time slips like silk through fingers that grasp only at memories—echoes of laughter intertwined tightly with whispers of despair. Each breath, a shroud of déjà vu; this room, a dreambox, haunts the corners of existence with the weight of unspoken truths.
We wander through the reveries of diminished specters, their silhouettes freezing in the halo of starlight. What is a moment, but a pebble cast into the abyss? An oarless boat drifting, echoes fading—never forgetting, forever unremembered.
Whispers in the Void Shattered Reflections Endless Night