In the quiet ripples of dawn, there breathes an omnipresent whisper.
What are we but echoes stitched by the threads of shimmering moments,
whispering silently across the fragile fabric of the universe?
The shadows we chase, are they not reflections of selves
that linger in the parallel corridors of existence?
Perhaps, in seeking, we unravel the boundless tapestries of our conscious.
Are you also haunted by the waltz of unspoken tomorrows? Reflect and transcend.