You ever sit and just watch the corners? The way they seem to whisper things, secrets only understood by the dim light's glow? There's a certain calming effect amidst the shadows. Almost like they're humming a lullaby that only they know, and believe me, it's static yet soothing.
Imagine sitting with a book, but instead of words, the pages are filled with murmurs of the silent shadows. They don’t speak loud, but their conversations echo in a rhythm that puts everyday noise to shame. Kind of like those electric hums you hear around old radios when everything's tuned just right.
It's a lull, isn't it? Those thoughts creeping silently across the wall, whispering about lands unseen, dreams untold. And you wonder if they clock-in like employees, working their shifts till dawn breaks the spell. As if the sun is their boss, demanding a presence felt rather than a presence understood.
This night, the shadows seem deeper. The words they form like a dance across your mind, fleeting, yet somehow grounding. It's just you and these whispered thoughts, sharing secrets or maybe just time itself. Never mind the clock; its ticking seems rude here.
Stay for just another moment, won't you? Let the shadows serenade your silent thoughts. If you find the courage, visit Hidden Melody or perhaps glance at Flicker of Hope.