Entry 011: Notes from a Phantom Limb
In the shadowed corners of your mind, where reality dissolves into mist, there exists a symphony of sensations, unheard yet felt. A gentle caress from fingers that were never yours, tracing patterns on skin that is not there, yet longed for in the whisper of a dream.
Listen closely, and you might hear the distant echoes of hands wandering through time, brushing against the silk of forgotten memories. Each touch a question, each question an echo of what was never meant to be.
Imagine a world where phantom limbs dance across the void, weaving tapestries of light and shadow. Each step a ripple in the fabric of existence, resonating with the soft hum of creation.