Corridor Light

In a room full of whispers, I recall the taste of rain on autumn leaves—that crisp desire of an unpursued ambition.

Unclaimed Horizons

Process the echoes:

Begin with silence; allow it to speak.
Follow paths without names, where doors frame nothing but shadows.
Recognize the flicker of opportunity in the corridor's soft glow.
Embrace remembrance as a tool; its edges decay, yet its core instructs.

Lessons left unattended gather dust upon forgotten shelves, the ether of emptiness swirls around dormant dreams.

Further Paths

Timeless Murmurs
Depths of Innocence
Into the Light