"Do shadows speak in their own tongue, or is it the absence of light that confounds their silence?"
"In the realm of whispers, what truth binds a voice to its origin?"
*An echo responds, not with answers, but with the depth of the question itself...*
Person A: Has the river ever paused to wonder where it flows?
Person B: Perhaps every ripple is a question without an answer...
Person A: But aren't questions the very fabric of existence?
Voice in the Background: Echoes drown in the sea of their own making, only to rise anew in different forms...
"Such is the soliloquy of the stars, speaking not for themselves, but for the void that listens..."
"When do footsteps cease to be a sound and become a story?"
Reflections by the River | Whispers of the Stars