Soft, insistent murmurings gather like clouds above the horizon. These are the words of the in-between, the language of shadows that urge you to ponder.
Join in our delusion or dare to awaken.
Let them guide you through the mystery of existence, where every syllable dances with the potential of a silent thunder.
Seek deeper into the silence where echoes are born, wrapped in the velvet of night’s confounding embrace.
We become one with the shadows; they speak in hues of blue and whispers of orange. Click the curtain of midnight to listen closer.
Unravel the woven secrets, weave us dear.