In the labyrinths of whispered corridors, shadows are woven into the very essence of light. A paradox unfolds — one cannot exist without the other, yet they dance, eternally intertwined.
The soul—an ephemeral traveler—wanders beneath the surface, where paradoxes breathe in symbiotic harmony. Here, in the depths, shadows reveal truths obscured by the blinding radiance of certainty.
никаких слов, только звуки: тени, которые говорят
without a voice, yet drowning in echoes — a silent song.