Where Shadows Speak

Listen closely as shadows slice through silence, sharing secrets from corners dimly lit... "Who dances behind curtains folded?"

Reflections widen in pools forgotten, mirroring minds as dreams collide: light bends unresolute—the imagination twirls.

In the spaces between pure light and lost form, we find each self—layers fold like classical notes finding discord in symmetry.

A whirlwind approaches, stirs stories beckoning:- "Do you fall when you fly, does darkness absorb the brilliance of muted echoes?"