"Who are you, really?"
Distorted truths linger here.
Echoes of yesterday's whispers.
The archetype waits. Stillness is its ally.
In this space, time folds upon itself.
The Pipeline
A conduit for unrealized dreams.
"Nothingness has a weight."
Structures of thought; dismantled.
Each fragment a universe unto itself.
Forms bend, twist, and slip through the fingers.
A dance of shadows upon the wall.
Shadows & Echoes
Sounds of silence reverberate here.