Somewhere amidst the currents, a future lies hidden, enshrined in undulating echoes of untold tales. Cascading thoughts fiber-optic across neuronal streams, weaving vivid tapestries in the mind's own forgotten gallery.
Some soft vibration grows near, becoming tangible yet elusive like a whisper carried by tomorrow's zephyrs. Therein lies the orchestra of destiny’s promise — panoply of drops, crystalline, awaiting each now-resounding ripple.
Join { hover sails } with future's porpoises in chasing lightships.