Shadows Of Silence

A chamber of forgotten displacement where time keeps its own counsel.

Among the keys and ribbons, an unspoken ritual unfolds. A cracked teacup rests in gloved hands, its fracture a quiet reminder that even cherished things can be broken, lost, or displaced in time.

She lingers in the half-light, her face carved from silence, her crown of roses heavy with the weight of unspoken years. The compass points, the hourglass drains, yet no sound breaks the stillness.

The keys have passed through hands now forgotten, opening doors that no longer stand.

The compass has spun in lost journeys, pointing faithfully though no one followed.

The hourglass has measured hours no one remembers, sand falling for lives unseen.

The cracked cup once held conversations turned to dust, whispers long since drained away.

Each relic has watched time fold around it, bearing silent witness to what was, and what was never.

Shadows of Silence is a portrait of secrets withheld, of paths considered but never taken — the moment between decision and surrender, where time, memory, and silence conspire.