Silent Splash

In the stillness of the echoing archways, where whispers weave in and out of shadow, the translucent veil of memory casts a gossamer sheen upon forgotten corridors. Footfalls resound—phantoms of yesterday pacing lightly upon this spectral tapestry.

A cascade of silence falls, soft as a distant dawn, touching the surface of dreams with the gentlest hand. Here, amidst the hushed grandeur of faded splendor, the soul finds solace in solitude’s embrace.

Mysterious splashes of light dance like flickering fireflies, illuminating paths of reverie. The heart yearns to follow, yet stays anchored in the perpetual now—a realm where time itself dares not trespass.