The night was quiet, the streets echoed with whispers not heard for years. In the heart of the city, a gathering was formed. Was it a dance?
What has keys but opens no locks?Reporters arrived, notepad in hand, searching for meaning in the movement of shadows. Their eyes darted to the rhythm of an unheard...
I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I can...In the center, a figure cloaked in anonymity spun tales of forgotten dreams. The crowd listened, some in awe, others in...
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a...The journalists scribbled furiously, their pens a blur against the paper. Yet, some sentences remained incomplete, a reflection of...