In the stillness of a forgotten library, pages flutter endlessly, where ancient secrets linger within cobwebbed corners. Each whisper is a chance to remember.
Sometimes silence speaks louder than thunder; it wraps around unsuspecting hearts, cradling fears unspoken, embedding them in the dust of memory.
A tapestry woven from the threads of lost time, a spider stands witness to the dance of the ephemeral, penning stories from the ink of silence.