where do we go from here when the path has hidden itself beneath the shroud of yesterday's promises echoed across the silent ravines? footsteps in sand washed away, whispered by the sea, tracing stories that lead nowhere, yet everywhere all the same.
Beneath layers of time, the past murmurs as if urging a path to be rediscovered. Yet, in our haste, we ignore the soft vibrations of history yearning to be unearthed.
Forgotten EchoesStarlit skies canvas a dialogue with the void. The stars whisper tales of journeys embarked upon in the solitude of night, untraced by human hands.
Constellations of DreamsSilence that is not absence but a presence, dense, weighty. It wraps around the traveler like a cloak, shielding from the noise of past destinations.
Shadows of Silenceand so the endless potential of nowhere wraps its arms around wandering souls, guiding them through the labyrinth of their own musings, often twisted, sometimes linear, but always deeply, hauntingly personal.