Void Crystal

The crystal remains, untouched by time's insoluble flow. Within its endless facets, only the shimmering echo of quiet contemplation resides.

If thought were to crystallize, would it resemble the frozen geometry of a silent mind? Marked by time yet timeless.

In the quiet of the void, voices do not travel. Yet, their absence speaks volumes, an unending soliloquy of absent promises.

Once, we were bound not by words, but the gaps between them—a forgotten language that our hearts still remember.

Is existence the vibration of untold stories, echoing within us, carving meaning from the profound silence?