They say within whispers, the unseen tales lurk. In the back alleys of thought, scratches on the transparent veil remind one of stories untold and voices unheard. Step lightly, for the echoes you follow are but footprints of shadows who treaded this path before.
Here, a fractured moonlight reveals fragments of the past—pale silhouettes that murmur beyond the reach of sight. Listen closely, for in those broken sounds lies the answer to questions you never asked. The air thickens with secrets, weaving them into tapestries of silken doubts.