Where Silence Blooms

Beneath the stillness of glass, Where Silence Blooms rests—a quiet garden born between life and memory. A skeletal hand rises from the moss, its golden bones entwined with dried blooms and pale butterflies, reaching as if to cradle the last breath of beauty.

Here, decay becomes devotion, and silence takes root among fragile petals and faded wings. It is a moment preserved in eternal hush—a requiem where death and grace entwine, and even the bones remember how to bloom.