As dusk settles, the world drapes itself in shadows. Silhouettes come alive, dancing on the periphery of vision. In this fading light, they whisper the stories of those who've wandered before us.
Footprints in the sand, leading nowhere, yet leaving whispers of presence in their wake. Are we the wanderers, or merely witnessing the footsteps of others?
Reflect upon the silhouettes you encounter in your life. Do they mirror your own, or are they shadows of dreams unfulfilled?
Perhaps the journey is not about the destination, but the silhouettes that join us along the way.
Echoes | Whispers