Something flickers in the darkness, a memory, or perhaps a mistake, concrete thoughts evaporating like mist in sunlight, swallowed by time or perhaps dimensions themselves. The shadows speak in whispers.
Above, below, realms of parallel universes, past the fleeting consciousness that settles in a rocky crevice, accumulating until a mountain of musings is formed, unnoticed, unseen. Lonely echoes of what once was. The walls breathe.
Waves crash upon mental shores, leading erratically towards unknown realms, paths traversed by the uncharted, marooned beneath sprawling celestial canopies.
Gaze into the Void