Here lies the whisper of forgotten thoughts, places where words never found their endings—a place echoing hollow. Silence becomes turbulent, a sea without shores for stranded minds adrift upon introspective tides. No outcome, no destination, only dreams spiraling inwardly.
Maps exist in solitude, tracing paths on paper lit by moonlight. Every mark a past or future not yet lived, every fold of this parchment holds labyrinths unseen by waking eyes, a chronicle of dreams diverging unnoticed. Where does it lead, this abstract journey? A question without an answer.
Mirrors distort and reveal deeper truths cloaked in mystery. Underneath their serene façades lies an unfathomable depth. To gaze into them is to witness forgetful murmurs painted in the reticent hues of dusk. Caution: once drawn in, escape transforms into an art form growing more intricate with each passing moment.