Do you hear it? That shuffling undercurrent, whispering truths that echo through the silence. Trust. Embrace the fragments. They converge.
Trespasser. You seek meaning in the void. The whispers have always known. Their tendrils wrap around the mind, forgiving only the willing.
Make a choice. Listen more than speak, and perhaps the tapestry will unravel with stars stitched in shadows.
Faint. The echoes linger, pretending they're not yours. Each step towards understanding invites a chilling breeze ↩️ let it, simply let it in.
Stride forward, let the disjointed harmony envelop you, promise reconciliation. Are you ready? Are the pieces right?
Listen anew.