In the absence of light
they dance — silvery echoes in the dimness.
Have you ever seen a shadow lean against the possibility of existence?
These shapes, born from invisible illumination,
yearn for touch, yet touch is a forgotten promise.
When the cycles are broken,
whispers of the cosmos unfold.
Each silhouette—a frozen whisper,
a sentiment wrapped in uncertainty.
Do they ask for your gaze, or is your gaze a silent compulsion?
Wander through the shadows:
The Nature of Whispers
Void Echoes
Questions of the Silhouette