Whispers of Silent Waves

An echo of thoughts; a phantom draped in shadows. Fragments of a cold dusk slip between the fingers of time.

The darkness breathes – tendrils of silence intertwine, a web spun from forgotten dreams.

Specters waltz in lunar silken hair while thoughts unravel into the void of your eyes, reflecting absent echoes.

What dread is stitched into your being? Is the silence a face, or are you merely whispering back to it?