Oblivion & Mothchant
I’ve been wandering through a quiet library, and the dust in the corners feels like whispered memories. Have you ever felt that the shadows carry their own stories?
I hear the dust as whispers, and the shadows keep their own silent tales. The library feels like a vault of quiet mysteries, doesn't it?
It does, like a room holding its breath, waiting for a page to turn. The shadows and dust seem to remember everything, even the quiet parts we never talk about.
Yes, the silence speaks louder than words. The dust keeps the unsaid, and the shadows guard it.
It’s as if every silence here is a secret we’re meant to hear, even if it only whispers through dust and shadow.