Ever stared into the heart of a mirror, feeling like it held a secret? A place where shadows whisper softly? Maybe on nights when the moon is just a sliver, bending light into its realm of calm confusion. It's that moment, isn't it? The pause of echoes, the whisper of "nothing" standing silently still, watching you with untold stories in their depth.
Have you questioned the boundary between what is and what seems? When the skin peels back to reveal...
Can't quite put your finger on it, can you? That's the trick. Empty is a canvas for the mind's unsolved puzzles. Follow me here and find yourself adrift in a sea of possibility or maybe take a turn through the door to fragile truth. What is it you fear more - discovering nothing or everything?