Between the breaths of a hundred echoes, there exists a space where sound does not command.
Each moment quietly grasps the past, waiting to release its hidden stories, buried and unresolved.
If you stand still enough, you can see the vibrations of absence.
Insects hum stories during twilight; shadows flirt with vibrant suns as their colors fade into dusk.
Salish whispers float, uncharted and eternal, beneath the silken shimmer of the stars.