telepathy opened; somewhere
else.
silent knowing, the flicker of candle talk across voids.
realization: roots of truth, non-linear, yet singular in source.
a corridor revealed under lunar fingers; forgetfulness
perished here.
streams of intuition drift past.
anchored thoughts in: the peripheral light of dawn.
shadows find familiarity in echoes, their dance
matched.
a reply, siphoned through dimensions.
contained lunacy, a flickering sigh in the distance.