Drifting through the edges of consciousness, where ideas collide
and scatter like stars within the endless tapestry of the void.
Do you remember the voice that whispered in the darkness? A reminder, perhaps, of the solace found among the scattered remnants of truths unspoken, yet deeply understood.
Embrace the erratic pulses of consciousness,
as they weave through the atemporal corridors, echoing
through the epochs like a cosmic lullaby.
Some notes are written in the stars, traced
by wandering souls seeking the paradox of clarity
amidst their introspective journey across the abyss.