Silentism | Whispers in the Abyss

Glimmers of distant shadows, crawling up the oaken walls, varnishing secrets left untold.
The echo of a cry, glitched, amidst the hollow spine of history.

Concrete Dreams

Unravel the murmured leaves, of wine-soaked parchment. Shadowed figures dance, athwart, screams stuffed in velvet drawers. Compose the silence, dissect the screams.

The Suspended Bell

Palm leaves rustling, secrets encoding our fear in darkness. The clock, forever stopped.

In the quiet of night, beneath the moon's gaze, we await the resonance.