Whispers behind the shadows, the piano echoes softly, drifting into the folds of darkness. Beneath the sea of silken night, dreams blend with melody—a canvas of celestial notes, floating, shimmering... each sound a footprint in the dark.
When solitude lingers, reflections speak, whispered secrets of the universe— "Time is but a soft tread of footsteps on forgotten trails.” Do we seek the faces within the night or gather mere breadcrumbs of memory?
Somewhere a star blinks like an ancient lighthouse, guiding wayfarers through the echoing void. What lay beyond the veil? Dreams that dance unbidden... immortal in their short flicker of life.
Whispering Nights | Echoes of the Soul | Dancing in the Dark