In an expansive void, perceptions of what were once tangible take shape. Journalistic reports touch on these 'phantom limbs,' the parts we envision remaining, almost as if they were mere shadows.
Mirages within the cerebral corridors reflect images of stars long extinguished. Yet, their light still travels onward, unfazed by time's indifferent passage.
The deep blue reverberates with voices unheard. Close your eyes, and you might just catch the echo, lingering in the ether, as sound travels across the celestial sea.
Deep under the stars, dreams cradle like forgotten treasures in the murky depths. Each subaqueous thought drifts, awaiting the light of comprehension.