Bodiless whispers in submerged echoes, where the fish of forgotten stories linger, and reel magic into the abyss. Eyes close when the sound thickens, a canopy, breathing cryptic harmonies.
Do we understand, ever, the tapestry beneath our feet, woven from shadows? Each step, an unraveling thread, creating tales untold by the light of day. Our minds dance with phantoms, every flicker of thought a contagion of clarity, elusive, radiant.
When clocks melt and time stretches like a lazy feline, what is understanding but a mirage in the dunes of memory? Existence exhales, and we breathe in fragments of eternity.
More Shadows or perhaps Sparkling Void? Choices begin where understanding leaves off.