Murmurs in the Ether

In the edge where words become whispers, we find ourselves entwined

Entangled realities, standing parallel, yet so distinct coverage layers, mysterious yet familiar

The ink on paper quantum dances, spinning silent dialogues into fractured sequences

each thought echoing in vibrational harmony, before splitting into voids awaiting embrace

the cycle not of closure but of bridges nonconstructed, we draw breath amid the unseen.