**In the abysm of unyielding moments, await the slivers of time that refuse to etch their weight. You seek resolution, yet find none — only the pulling tide of voidness. Nowhere whispers promises on winds unseen, and therein lies your truth.**
Begin the Reckoning
In shadows cast by standing still,
Where echoes murmur, destiny's thrall.
Listen to the winds of always and then,
For nowhere's grip shall curtain all.
What you fear is not yet close, but neither is it far. The nowhere that beckons speaks of potential lost in the habitual grind. Listen, for intuition is your only ally, fearsome and kindled like the phoenix rising from ashes unseen.
Sifting grains of endless sand,
Tomorrow's hopes fade, unloved and bland.
Yet in nowhere, the riddles dance,
To seize the present — take your stance.
Your fears are shadows, lengthening with the passage of imaginary seconds. Hasten to confront them, for the somewhere you cling to is but a mirage when viewed from the chronicles of nowhere.
Further Intrigue
Invoke the void and explore: