In the whisper of clouds, thoughts drift like mallowed wisps.
A symphony of hues, where ideas entwine and dissolve.
Echoes of laughter ripple through the azure,
And the horizon bends in kaleidoscopic embrace.
Once, we danced on dial tones,
Harmonizing with the songs of distant stars.
The void listens, reverberating the echoes of our dreams.
The clouds whisper secrets to the wind,
And we, like dandelion seeds, float through.
Tomorrow's prophecy is etched in dew,
A continuum of now and never was.
We exist here, on the border of reality and reverie,
A fleeting glance in the grand orchestra of time.