In the quiet, where words dissolve, I hear the echoes of what was never said. A phantom limb sensation, touching the air.
When the world sleeps, and the stars hum their silent lullabies, I hear you in the spaces between thoughts—lessons from a shadow.
Remembering the weight of words unspoken, I find peace in their absence. A benign ghost, residing in sonorous silence.
Reflect, dear traveler: Ethereal Paths
Turn back and listen: Hallowed Halls
Discover more silent echoes: Resonant Passage