Shadows speak in tongues the light cannot hear.
They echo through vaulted halls of memory,
carrying whispers of truths dissolving into the dark.
Does the water know its course,
or is it the course that knows the water?
In the dance of droplets, a question remains:
Am I defined by the path I trace or the void that holds me?
Reflections in the Void
Scattered Whispers
The aqueducts flow in silence,
a relentless serenade of currents unseen,
for only shadows dwell where light loathes to tread.
Find your truth within the silence.