Hey there, wandering soul. Ever feel like the shadows are more comforting than the light? It’s quiet in their embrace. Almost feels like home.
We wear masks, don't we? Even in the dark. If you listen closely, you’ll hear the whispers of a thousand muted screams, echoing, but respectfully so—never loud, never pushing.
It's in these hidden corners that we keep our secrets. You remember that time when you were alone, yet it felt like every shadow was listening? That's Verlaine's lens for you.
Picture this: a corridor in a forgotten house, where the floor creaks but never gives away secrets. Every step you take is a part of a silent conversation.
A clock ticks, but in reverse—as if reminding you that time here flows differently. You like it, don't you? A space where whispers are louder than words.
And out of the corner of your eye, a glimpse of something familiar, yet completely unknown. That's the pull of it—Verlaine’s silent dance.
Remember, it's okay to talk to the shadows. They're just waiting for someone to listen. Perception shifts, and suddenly nothing is quite what it seems.
Ever wonder what's beyond the whispers? Perhaps it’s better left a mystery, or maybe, just maybe, it's waiting for you to make the first move. A step into a world of silent echoes.
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