"In the echo of ink, dreams whispered...
Touch the void, paint the silence."
A canvas, a reverie, an unwritten fallacy of strokes incomplete. The audacity of shadows casting themselves across a dreamscape. Forget what you remember
Somewhere, a brush dipped in forgotten colors. An abstraction of light, a conceptual fugue. Compose your canvas
And the ink, a ghostly companion, dances on the fringes. An echo of thoughts unvoiced, forever in limbo. See beyond the surface