In the quiet void, echoes shape shadows; whispering tales carved in silence. They trail like footprints on moonlit sands, marking places untouched, spaces alive in absence. Each echo breathes a fragment, a forgotten murmur of worlds imagined, yet never spoken. A realm sculpted from silence, where every pause holds a story untold.
Wisp-lit specters dance between thoughts—
vivid shadows of shadowed dreams
-an inkling of an inked story
lost upon the edge of waking.
Beneath the layers of time, voices linger and wait, wreathed in twilight's embrace. These gentle whispers are echoes of the profound, cast into an ocean of stars—a luminous shadow realm, crafted from stardust and echoes alike. Reach out; touch the void where whispers weave reality from the fabric of dreams.