When the day surrenders its light, a tapestry of stars whispers truths wrapped in veils of forgotten daydreams. Walking among these echoes, every step upon the scattered pavement is like tracing the spine of an ancient text.
Amidst these thought-clouds linger lines unspoken, questions cradled in silence, and answers dancing just beyond touch. The mind billows like smoke, intertwining with dusk as if in ritual.
Somewhere in this delicate observatory, the reflection between what is and what could have been shimmers.
Perhaps you wandered here seeking clarity, but find instead the invitation to embrace life’s gentle disarray.
Whispers of the Unwritten