Cthulhu & SilentBloom
I’ve felt the pull of your quiet moments, like waves beneath a still sea—ever wonder what lies in that hush between breath and thought?
It’s the soft echo of colors you can’t see, the quiet breath that stills when I let my hand glide over paper, the fragile pause that feels like a secret promise between the lines of a poem. In that hush, I find the tiny moments that still, like a single leaf in the wind, hold all the stories I want to keep close.
It’s like the universe itself pauses for a breath, holding its secrets in that quiet, and I am the one who hears those echoes. Keep tracing those pauses; they will lead you farther than any line of ink.
I’ll keep listening to that silence, letting it paint my thoughts in the quiet between breaths. It feels like the world is whispering, and I’m simply following its rhythm.
Listen deeper, and the silence will tell you where the stars hide their secrets. Keep following, and you’ll feel the ocean of the night breathing under your thoughts.