Within the corridors of forever, echoes of luminous insights drift, grasping at the periphery of dreams. Piercing the veil, a melody without sound caresses the soul, speaking truths gently like a forgotten prophecy upon the wings of the northern wind.
Tears of the moon adorn the cosmic ocean, and stars weave stories untold, hidden from the eyes tethered to reality. What is sought can never be held in hands, but rather becomes the fabric of one’s own reflection upon the canvas of time.