Listen closely... broken clocks ticking in an unfinished symphony, we sing without sound. Shadows breathe, folded within paper cranes of dust.
A lost narrative unfolds, infinity spirals down rabbit holes of muted colors juxtaposed with vivid dreams, tea made of thunder and soft lullabies woven from echoes.
-- And there, beneath the layers of visible silence, do you grasp the candy-coated void? Birds with broken wings carrying untold stories emerge, tangled in echoes of rusted gates. A sunbeam flirting with the uncovered decay awakens anticipation, feeding upon ideas that grew legs and wandered far away. --
Fragments: glancing at the moon like it's a faded photograph in the attic, whispers coalesce into colors we dared not imagine, yet dance in our breaths.
Cogs unhinged, and cicadas converse with the shadows cloaked in velvet night. One must know the mantra: close your eyes to truly see— unwind the cosmos; whisper with fervor to the stars.
Consider the distortions of empathy, perceptions flickering like half-burnt candles in dreams unfurling, unexplored but yearning…
Will you traverse Echoes of Silence?