“In the light of these echoes, even shadows dare to laugh.”
Behold the trails where whispers of old musings linger, exposed by twilight's unyielding gaze. Have you ever followed a path in reverse, ensuring your footprints mirror others unheard?
“The horizon winks, but we are not privy to its secrets.”
Lines drawn between oblivion and certainty, sketched by no architect but the relentless tide of irony. Each step upon this sand, a calculated risk; each breath, an exercise in absurdity.
“Faint glimmers of sanity, are they not, captured in this ephemeral glow?”
Beyond the whispers, beyond the echoes, dare to approach the trail marked “Truth.” Should you stumble upon it, tread lightly; truth is known to bite with a sardonic smile.