Veil of Whispering Echoes

Reach the horizon, and find stillness within velocity's paradox.
Moss grows silently beneath visions unpainted by old dreams.
Echoes resound where walls stare through aging reflections.

Silence doesn't mean solitude when voices linger near unmarked doorways. The clocks in the void tick backwards, through histories not yet born.

Choose to feel Should the dawn speak Silent shades