Empire of Silence

The stones here speak to me, and I know their mute language.

Also, they seem deeply to feel what I think. So a broken column of the old Roman times, an old tower of Lombardy, a weather-beaten Gothic piece of a pillar understands me well.

But I am a ruin myself, wandering among ruins

- Heinrich Heine

Whispers of the Soul

Torn between Mortality and Longing

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