Whispers In The Dark

Echoes of Lost Conversations

In the dim corners of the mind, where shadows dance and thoughts breed like moths in the night, the echoes of yesterday's words emerge. Each syllable lingers—tangible, yet intangible—as though penned in a language forgotten by time.

“Have you ever watched the streets speak?”—a question raised and abandoned, curling like smoke. The listeners drift. In these moments of isolation, the layers of reality fold upon themselves, forming a tapestry of echoes whispered in succession.