Somewhere, in the whispering echoes of unspoken thoughts, lies a stillness, a sanctum
of memories suspended cliffside over the abyss. The amber glows with possibility,
cradling the essence of what could have been.
Have you gazed into a void, only to find your reflection staring back? Not a polished
mirror image, but a murmur of your own story untold, enveloped in velvet silence.
Turn these reflections, like shadows beneath a flickering flame, towards the unknown:
Whispering Echoes or Untitled Thoughts.