In the alcoves between thoughts, where shadows of sentences dance, listen closely. The stars above understand the gravity of your inhalations, and each word is a tether between moments.
Once, in the folds of a map untraveled, lies a path—uninvited and cloaked in half-moon's embrace. It calls not to the feet but to the heart, whispering secrets threaded in the tapestry of fog.
The echoes of existence reverberate—like a faint jazz tune lost within the canyon of time. Each note a heartbeat, each silence a refuge. Here, the ink breathes life into unwritten mysteries.
Delve DeeperFragments of Echoes