Neverseen Dreams

"The owl sings only when the sea breathes."
- as if it were common knowledge!

"Have you seen the clock without hands?"
- whispers of ancient wood...

"But shadows have voices too..."
- silk slides over philosophy.

In skies where echoes do not echo, a path of stardust awaits. What song did the nebula hum when the forgotten stars aligned? The timeless question lingers.

A ledger, etched in fog, maps the divine void and its curious pilgrims.

Does the landscape remember? Or is it the dream that remembers the landscape? Dance with the inquiries through spirals of reality.

"We're mere pixels in the tapestry," said the moon to the wind.

"Silence in colors unheard..." lamented the painter, dipping their brush in night.

A lone figure walks, soundless, through the corridors of perception, carrying fragments of a shadowy tune. The truth holds its breath, waiting to untangle the enigma.