Beyond the horizon of known thoughts, the unseen whispers grow. They speak of journeys untaken, patches of light absent in the dense tapestry of the ubiquitous grey.
Among the stars' gentle flicker lies a promise — a silent ode to the depths which we fear and yet are drawn to like moths to the forlorn glow.
The echo of yesterday's dreams lingers, a shadow bathed in twilight, awaiting the touch of dawn that never arrives.