The thoughts stretch and shatter, fragments casting shadows on the velvet fog. Silent screams linger in corners, yearning for light but hidden beneath an ancient veil.
Do you hear what the stars whisper when the world is asleep? They echo the silent screams, a symphony of dislocation that dances on the edge of dreaming. Interlude: The midnight sun seldom shines here.
Reach out, and unveil the whispers woven into the darkness, or step into the labyrinth where every turn dissolves in shadow.