A chandelier whispers secrets in between the pitter-patter of rain; it sways, it waits, yearning for comfort amidst shadows untold.
Try closing your eyes and listening. Some voices echo back with the resonance only seen through the mist of your mind's eye. Such is the life of a whisper, such is the secret of a cyclo-word.
Will you dare to traverse deeper? Seek more voices and witness their shadowed whispers...