In the shadows of the forgotten screen, a whisper calls—echoes of what once was. Images flicker, faces unseen, stories untold, but heard in the silence. There's a void, and in its depths, the emptiness speaks louder than sound.
Do you remember the light? The gentle hum of life beneath the surface? Now, it's just light, the kind that shivers and shifts, never settling, never warm.
Somewhere beyond this flickering, there's a truth hidden in the cracks. Break the silence, if you dare, and listen to the echoes.
The void has no memory, yet it remembers everything. A paradox of presence and absence, a canvas of dark and light.