Labyrinth of Notes
This moment feels familiar, like an echo from a forgotten dream.
Sometimes, I think I've walked these paths before, in shadows or foggy memories.
A whisper of your name brings warmth, a sunlight kissed landscape of distant yesterdays.
Here lies the paradox of tomorrow, woven into the very fabric of now.
Has time ever truly progressed? Or does it merely spiral, revisiting itself?
When worlds collide in a gentle embrace, they dance like leaves around a flickering lantern.
Pondering these dimensions, the notes create labyrinths in our hearts.