In a realm woven from silence, where echoes linger just beyond grasp, the traveler steps—navigating threads of thought woven with fragments of time. Each shadow whispers...
Footsteps tremble upon the groundless ground; the air swirls with invisible colors. A glance towards the left reveals the fading doorway. Yesterday shimmered here, suspended, like a cloud of ink on old parchment. Where do all the revisions go when...
Apart from the daylight, hues of bluish dreams stretch across the floor, and the creatures living on the edges of perception... they dart and flicker, lost amidst the vibrations of uncertain truth.
They speak in riddles, each word like a ship adrift on mirrored waters of a pond unseen. A name escapes—here and now, maybe tomorrow. Have you ever felt time slip...
In this soirée of uncertainty, a note dances between thoughts—connective tissue of exploration unfolds. Each link leads to pockets of longing, abandoned places where snow fell in summer, and rivers dried like unspoken names.
You might wish to steer through these axiomss.... Unseen Paths, or rest upon the surface, play with the concept of eternity...