In the embrace of the fleeting sun, shadows dance upon the walls of memory. Patterns emerge from the chaos, interlacing moments of clarity woven from the fabric of absence and presence.
When did we last glimpse the echo of a truth, defined not by permanence, but by the transient patterns carved in light and shadow? The fleeting alignments, the temporary constellations of circumstance, whisper secrets in shifting forms, inviting contemplation amidst the dance of illumination and obscurity.