Once in a while, when the dawn ushers in timid light, a rabbit stops at the edge of forgotten fields. The earth is cool beneath gray fur, whispers mingle with rustling grass as trees remember dreams long forgotten. Dreams untold and echoes linger.
Somewhere deep inside, a clock ticks differently. Hours become minutes, shadows weave tales in languages we forgot, murmuring secrets by the riverside.
Have you ever watched the river mirror the sky only to realize it reflects something more than just clouds? When water ripples, time unravels in threads of reality stretching thin. Whisper its songs softly.
We are wanderers, unanchored, drifting beneath the surface where echoes speak louder than voice, living on murmurings in these realms between breaths.
Follow the undulating whispers, let them guide you past dimensions unseen. Waves of music surround us yet sail away.