Fragments of thoughts woven between dimensions
delicate threads of consciousness
whispering secrets of forgotten openings
the ports call silently.
A touch on the mind, an echo, resonating time bends
gateways open when eyes meet shadows
and brighter days echo in hollow spaces.
Wander not without intent,
for each step marks the unseen sands,
follow the whispered drifts of thoughts.
Imagine gateways not seen by hollow eyes,
touch the void between the marks where night smirks,
reality is an illusion breaking through illusions.
Silence speaks in echoes unheard,
yet the mind sings through cracks of the mundane
open yourself to the impossible.