Origami dreams fold within my memories,
casting silhouettes on the lavender breeze,
where time forgets the count of its grains,
and reality dances in pixelated realms.
A spider's ambition weaves across this digital sky,
glistening webs that catch the transient light,
each dewdrop a universe of its own,
yet here we remain, lost in the labyrinth of thought.
The sentinel clouds drone overhead, hesitant rain
blurring the edges of unseen futures,
whispers echoed by forgotten echoes,
only to dissolve into the ether once more.