Lost beneath the nocturne's sonnet, the tide whispers your name into forgotten alleys. Breaths taken in synchronous rhythm with the untraveled paths. Why must silence harbor shadows unspoken?
Steps resonate, fragile; they experiencelife and collect dust from unnamed corners. What drapes beneath the fabric of existence—a whisper or emptiness?
The universe waits; clouds suspended on the breath between dreams and notion. Taste the ephemeral. Containers of nothingness painted in their fluorescent smiles.