Within this void, echoes sharpen the silence.
Fragments of memories collide like light on a broken mirror, each piece reflecting a different fractal of life half-lived.
Ghostly whispers unfold in the crumpled blankets of abandoned thoughts. What once stirred, now stirs only dust.
Curvilinear patterns drown beneath the weight of moments - pressing, shaping, yet failing to define.
The mind wanders, a wanderer cloaked in solitude; fog drapes softly over fading sigils resonating in an empty room.
Somewhere, wires twist like restless snakes beneath brittle skin; dreams shelved as notes upon half-written pages, never to become.
Here, tactile shadows breathe—an invitation to vanish into forgotten canyons of reflected stars.
Find your truth in debris swirling: