Shadows cast by invisible light, guardians at the periphery of consciousness. Ever watchful, yet without substance, they linger at the edge of your awareness. Do they watch over you, or simply echo your every move?
Beneath the urban soundscape, amidst the concrete giants, their forms dance in rhythm with the unseen forces. Every step that you take brings forth a new story, etched in silhouette.
Whispers in the Concrete JungleEchoes of their forgotten purpose blend with your intentions. The invisible seeps into reality, creating a bridge of light that isn’t there. Perhaps it’s the guardian of dreams, those silent watchmen of the night as you wander through your own labyrinth.
The Unmarked Paths of Legacy