The forest whispers in flickers, a tapestry woven by unseen eyes, soft luminance tracing the edge of perception. My path is an echo, a dance shadowed by bioluminescence. Each thought, a dying ember in the void, seeks the warmth of recognition amidst tangled roots and wilting memories.
Night sways in the arms of time, a rhythmic pulse felt in the breath of the earth, grounding moments electric in the stillness. My essence swims through liquid blackness, searching for the place where being meets not being. Hushed shadows cradling the murmured call of life untethered.
I reach with tender strands of light, brushing the sleeping faces of giants. Do they hear the quiet song of my glow? Or do I merely cast reflections in the abyss, spinning tales the stars will never tell?
whispering walks