In the silent moments where breath meets stillness, echoes of the past reverberate, crafting shadows that dance upon the surface of a shrinking reality. But what is it that gazes back at you in that spectral embrace? Is it a window, a mirror, or merely a pool reflecting a forgotten dream?
To traverse these reflections is to step beyond the tangible and plunge into the realm of unspoken histories. Every face you’ve known is there, trapped within the surface, their whispers pressing against a sealed door, aching to become shadows once more.
If one speaks to the void, does the void echo back? Herein lies a curious concept - the silent art of communicating with what is imagined. Near lost but never far: Read about Echoes, or descend into the abyss of your thoughts with The Labyrinthine Thoughts.
Flickering lights glint off faintly trapped smiles, questioning the coherence of logic, searching for a thread of meaning in this tapestry of ghosts weaving through the air. Meet the lost and weary souls, linger and listen.