The void speaks if you learn its tongue
In whispers of light caught in shadows
Do you hear what cannot be said?
A song without a melody
The absence of echoes births a new sound
Mysteries unfurl in the quiet corners of the mind, where thoughts linger like half-formed dreams. What does the silence contain, if not the cacophony of unspoken desires and fears?
We journey into the silent depths, carrying lanterns of curiosity, illuminating fragments of forgotten truths, casting long shadows of questions.
Is it in this silence that we find ourselves whole, or do we disintegrate into whispers, scattering like forgotten notes on a breeze?
The Silence Outside Into the Void