In the whispering void, thoughts dance unchained, each a silent echo reverberating through the fabric of isolation. They seek not shelter nor understanding, woven into the intricate lattice of forgotten dreams.
A scream lies dormant in the stillness, its resonance lost amid celestial melodies. Yet it sings, a winding thread sewn into the cosmos, binding us to the shadows of our own making. Invisible, undeniable.
The unseen harmonies linger on the fringes of our awareness, a serenade of other realms. We ponder, we reach—a journey through echoes, an exploration of the unheard.
Questions arise as fog upon the sea: What worlds listen to our silent whispers? What truths lie anchored in the depths, awaiting the tide's retreat?