Through the labyrinth of thoughts, where shadows sing eternally, the stars whisper secrets of...
a single step, a solitary movement, and the universe shifts—time unravels its previously-unknown traditions and breaks into song—
Lost amid the echoes, one watches the birds speak the language of forgotten tides...
Retreating footsteps leave... traces like echoes on a reflective lake's surface, each ripple...
The end never begins, yet here we are—an unfinished dance, a story still untold... to explore the subtler whispers subtle whispers or perhaps find the rhythm of absent echoes lost echoes...