In the vast corridors of what once was, silence weaves tales of tongues untold. Shining light on shadows, it invites us to explore the hieroglyphs of forgotten dreams.
These symbols, etched into the parchment of cosmic existence, speak of embers and echoes, of paths not traversed and words left unspoken.
Listen closely; the universe whispers in soft murmurs, a language not of sounds but of spaces in speech.
cross_overs without voicesMemory, like an astral web, catches the shadows of thoughts adrift in the cosmic sea.
constellations without memoryEach breath a monument, unfurling into the infinite, marking echoes in the sand of time.
tower of unspoken desires