In the quiet absence between thoughts, a spectrum hums. It reverberates not in sound, but in shades unseen. A gentle whisper of colors, glowing quietly in the chasms of mind. Scarlet, tangerine, olive, each one a note in this silent tapestry, entwining with each pondered heartstring.
As shadows dance upon the canvas of this moment, their ballet is of a graceful disarray. They paint stories only the reflective soul can perceive, draping the still air in an elegant melancholy. The threads of hues intertwine, a vivid etching of what is felt but never spoken.
Enter the Shadows Unveil the Whispers