In the whispering depths, when the clock stops its ticking and the world draws a breath, the silence becomes profound. Yet, does silence speak? Listen closely...
Thoughts cascade, frenetic streams of consciousness. Do they define us, or merely decorate the void?
Imagine a word, an echo of an echo, fading into eternity. It was once the name of a forgotten star.
A path less wandered - Labyrinth of Hours
Containment of sound, yet the heart beats a rhythm - Shattered Glass Echoes
The face of the cosmos peeks through cracks in reason, and we reach for understanding, only to grasp shadow.
Listen. Once there was a song. A melody to bridge the silence. Now, all that remains is the whispering path beneath our feet.
Paths of old, forgotten corridors in minds untouched. Who walks these paths? Perhaps the ancients, perhaps ourselves in another time.
Recycle the thoughts - Fractured Voices
Intertwine with the cosmos - Interstellar Dream
In these words, a symphony composed of silence and shadows. A symphony of what could have been.