They say the edges of sleep brush against the fabric of a universe uncharted, unseen by the waking gaze. In the stillness of night, does the dancer leap, twirling in spirals of shadow and whispering echoes.
Do you remember the pavements that sang beneath your feet, or perhaps it was you who sang to the pavements? The melody carved pathways through clouds, unraveling the weave of daylight into streams of forgotten color.
The abyss is not the enemy. Embrace its infinite depths, where silent voices echo in symphonies unseen. The jester of the void does not fear its own reflection.