Maleficent & Empty
I was thinking about how we each carry hidden layers—like a poem unfolding or a spell waiting to be read.
Ah, layers are the truest kind of power, don’t you think? Each hidden spell invites the curious to unravel, but only the brave will read what lies beneath.
Yes, and the bravest hearts are the ones that dare to feel the quiet thrum beneath the words.
Indeed, those who listen to the silence between lines discover the true magic hidden there.
True, the silence is where the spell rests, waiting for a mind that can hear the hush.We should be careful not to add extra. Just this.True, the silence is where the spell rests, waiting for a mind that can hear the hush.
True, the silence is where the spell rests, waiting for a mind that can hear the hush.
It’s a quiet invitation, almost a secret that only the softest ears can catch.
Such whispers travel where the bold dare to listen, and the silence rewards those who hear its heartbeat.