Could you hear it, the sound of silence echoing, guiding stars through paths untaken, or was it merely a figment, a dream misplaced, entwined in the corridors of forgotten memories?
An impulse radiates—like the hum of a distant orchestra, vibrations of consciousness not yet bridled, reaching across the aching divide. Stay or wander, the inevitable question lingers.
Maps drawn with fingers dipped in twilight paint. Thoughts dancing over precipices of possibility. And you wonder how deep the well of dreams, intertwined, their destinies colliding in astral symphony.
One day, I woke up, surrounded by whispers elucidating fragments of now, a tapestry of souls woven into this moment, shaping and reshaping what is... anything but ordinary.