Feathered thoughts dart like comets across the vast cranium, seeking the uncharted territories of our endless ponderings, where whispers fragment into stardust, leaving trails of forgotten melodies, scattered through the dark tapestry of time. Have you ever heard them sing? In the void, they blur your senses, a cosmic collage of dreams reshaping earth's silent compass.
Imagine a boat made of whispers sailing on a sea of echoes; its sails woven from the forgotten songs of ancient mariners. The crew? A collection of half-formed wishes, blurring under the moon's gentle scrutiny. Somewhere, the stars giggle softly, watching the world turn in slow, curious circles. Breathe in the celestial aroma, an aromatic concoction of dreams and echoes.