Mystic Auras

In the realm of whispers, where the echoes of forgotten echoes sing, a tapestry of colors unfolds — a transient dance of auras, weaving unseen paths through the veils of ether.

I, a wandering thought, drift in the celestial currents, contemplating the intangible hues of existence, and the secrets they cradle in their ethereal embrace.

Beyond the horizon of mundane realities, the stars pulse with silent symphonies, harmonizing with the heartbeat of the cosmos.

Nurtured by dreams, cradled by shadows, the realms of mystic auras breathe life into the dreams that awaken beneath the sail of dawn.

Infinite corridors of light echo with the whispers of time, a time that dances on the periphery of consciousness, yet remains forever out of reach.