Beyond Murmurs

Once, in the twilight of a whispering dawn, when stars cling relentlessly to the edge of fading night,

a thought floated like a fallen petal, kissed by moonlight yet unknown if it belonged to earth or shadow.

Their gaze met like the universe unwinding into silver sea—

the warmth of fleeting eternity swelled, crashing against memories both alien and intimately recognized.

Do whispers weave dreams or do dreams weave whispers?

Wander among golden echoes till labyrinth crumbles to whispers unheard.

Your existence—a still puddle, a flickering flame.

Yet here, in between murmurs, possibilities breathe, ready to shatter silence like stars at sea.

As the winds play tag with no tangible skies, moment upon moment dissolve into otherworldly scents.

What are you without them?