Have you ever felt the world in shades not seen, like the stroke of a brush dipped in the absence of light? If you touch it gently, the canvas breathes secrets.
Walking through these shadows, one could imagine whispers of tales left unsaid, lingering like the caress of a breeze on a forgotten memory. What stories do they hide, I wonder?
They say perception dances in the night with the echoes of laughter that never belonged to anyone at all. But they belong here, in the embrace of these gentle hues.
So, take a step into the shade, linger a moment in the soft glow of these moments unseen, and perhaps you'll hear it. The rhythm, the pulse, a touch as light as a sigh.