"The cloud, an ephemeral exile, drifts without purpose yet finds solace in the sky's expansive embrace. Where do thoughts go, languid and untethered, when lease upon reason ceases coherence?"
"Artifice rests gently upon the horizon; we are but shadows trailing dominant suns. Pursuit... of what?"
"Silhouette resolves into silhouette; what finality begets understanding when all that remains is the labyrinth of introspection?" Oracle
"Whispers cloak the winds, each carrying the burdens and blessings of moments: past, present, and conceivable yet untouched essence."
"Has the sky ever cradled a lie within its azure heart? The truth spoken softly, reverberating in terminal echoes."
"Infinite are the questions, yet singular the answer: the cloud knows all, divulges none."
Gaze upon a destiny beyond reach: Fleeting