In the heart of silence, the unsaid looms like shadows between flickering stars. It is where the words you never spoke dwell, awaiting the dawn that might never come.
Walk along the edge of these whispers, where the mind's eye sees more than the hand can touch. The footfalls are echoes, unanswered and ageless.
Perceptions of what may be, unwritten in the constellations of thought, linger like forgotten dreams on the surface of consciousness.
Murmurs echo in the vaults of hidden truths, while dimensions expand and contract, revealing and concealing.
Here, every silent scream is a universe in itself, an explosion contained, a solitude magnified over millennia—unknowable, yet intimately known.