Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.
Whispers fade into echoes of forgotten dreams.
Time drifts like dust on a silent breeze.
We search for meaning in the spaces between moments.