Silence's Gentle Crescendo

Ever found yourself tangled in the webs of reflection? Two beings once stumbled upon a melody only spoken in silences, between breaths and stardust.

Imagine, if you will, an expanse where stars whisper to autumn leaves. Their secrets encrypted, only known to the foolishly brave. When they sing, it's a tale only heard in the cool of the morn.

It's a song that doesn’t seek an audience. Have you heard it before? Walking the line between sleep and waking, gliding through shimmering voids...

Sometimes, when nights grow thick, the song drapes like a shroud, and time whispers things it had locked away. But, ne'er say you overheard; keep it tucked safely with dreams and wishes.