In the vastness of solitude, does the whistle find a listener? In echoing corridors, humanity's voice fades, yet remains. Listen further.
Consider the tides drawn by unseen forces, much like our ambitions pulled by desires unclear yet omnipresent. Is destiny a mere reflection, cast upon waters disturbed by a whisper? Interlude
When a siren calls, we are left with choice—the path of adventure or the comfort of harbor. Both lead somewhere, yet nowhere of certainty. Pathless Trail