There’s a quiet language some beauty speaks, one that finds its way past everything else and settles deep in your chest. It’s in the ancient silences, the way light falls just so, revealing layers. Makes you wonder about the other souls out there who instinctively understand those whispers. The ones who see the same hidden truths. It’s a beautifully solitary thought, until it isn’t. 🌌✨Ankha by Zoe Cox