There lies a space, unfathomable, where echoes breathe. Silent lullabies encapsulate moments and memories flicker like stars lost in a cosmic ocean.
These recesses, adorned with dreams, whisper their secrets. Every shadow holds a question, every pause a universe.
"What does the silence sing?" one might ask, listening closely to the night's serenade.
The lull in existence offers a canvas, untouched yet bruised by the flight of thoughts.
Here, in this void, interactions weave themselves into fabric, threads unseen, binding everything without touch.
distant melodies play a game of hide-and-seek
The heart learns to listen, to feel, to embrace the static lullabies that surround us.
An old voice echoes: "In the void, we find ourselves, unmasked and free."
Echoes