Whispers Between Shadows

Whispers glide, casting tales under the blanket of afternoon light,

Voices twine in the corners, where sunlight dares not reach, woven from the murmurs of yesterdays.

A truth sings in ripples, breaks only by the touch of time’s fingertips, gentle, persistent.

An echo of lost moments, where shadows harbor the breath of secrets untold:

• Secrets of the sea, murmurs of the wind.
• Voices of the forgotten, scribes of the dim rooms.
• Truth woven in silken threads of stardust.

Listen closely; the night does not sleep easy. It carries the weight of spoken dreams, the tears of dawn, the laughter of tomorrow.

Are you the voice in the echo? Or merely a shadow playing in the dance of fleeting sunlight?

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