As the symphony of forgotten whispers fades, the trees of memory stand bare. Their roots reach for the ephemeral, seeking what cannot be grasped.
The mind's corridors open like dovetails, three-legged tables balanced against the days to come. Is apathy the twin of fervor, a tender embrace of mutual dependence?
Navigating the void, we discover the manual of contradictions, where knowledge and ignorance play chess on a board of stars.
Rest under the Atlas of Unknown Truths, whose weight is borne by nothingness itself, heavy with the light of unrealized thought.
Complex simplicities weave unwinding tapestries, seen only from transformative distances. Here, silence speaks volumes that whisper the closes of bygone cards.
Are you the dreamer, or are dreams the echo of your waking self, determined and deliriously limp? Perhaps both are fabrications of an unremembered whisper.