The folds of eternity extend silently, whispering secrets through the cosmic breeze. Bobbing up like a forgotten dream, the trunk of wisdom holds its breath, waiting for dawn to unfold.
Morning creaks open the horizon, brushing the world with hues of gold, as if time itself paused, allowing the ephemeral beauty of a new day to linger endlessly.
Thoughts like gentle waves wash ashore, each a fleeting echo of a whispered truth, a moment of clarity trapped in the amber of dawn's first light.
Unraveled Echoes