In the stillness, they reign. The kings carved from quiet—echoes of the past, an empire within.
The silence holds stories, whispered only to those who know how to listen. Their thrones built upon words not spoken, forgotten dreams laying at their feet.
Imagine their voices, fragments in the wind, caught between the spaces of what was and what could be.
The shadows speak. Distant memories echo, truths wrapped in layers of dust and time.
To silence we owe our freedom, the kingdom of what we hide, the silence of kings.