In the contours of a whisper, the echo is a forgotten glow.
Here, silence brews in embers of absence, a canvas luminous with unformed dreams.

Celestial shadows trace paths on liquid light.
Invisible threads weave through time's tapestry, binding the soul's midnight thoughts.

Journey through echoes, where each resonance cradles a flicker of truth.
Extend into horizons, where viewless vistas whisper at infinities' edge.