shadows whisper softly through corridors unseen the echo of what was never spoken, and yet understood. ideas spiral like smoke, scenting the air with questions that answer nothing and destroy everything.
somewhere in the recesses of this mindscape, a truth dances, elusive, ephemeral, like sunlight breaking through rain. do you chase it, or let it find you? paths unexplored lead to portals unknown, stitched by the fabric of dreams.
the clock ticks but does not move, measurements of time dissolve into rivers of ink, flowing steadily in reverse. captured moments and forgotten futures intertwine in a cosmic waltz. breathe, and remember the forgotten names of stars you never knew.
catch the flickering light, embrace the transient aura of thought as it flickers beyond the edge of perception. wander the whispered corridors and collect echoes of silence, for the journey never ends where it begins, only to begin again in another hidden corridor.
Echoes of Silence The Unheard Voice Beneath the Skin