In the cavern of the mind, a voice persists, "Listen. Listen to the echoes of skies you have never seen."
Time folds into itself; mirrors repeat the moments, the moments repeat the echoes. The echoes.
Within the whispering wind, a promise hovers, "All that is, was always there in your reflection."
"Shall we again visit paths we forgot we walked?" she asks in the ripple of stars.
Beyond comprehension, yet tethered by understanding. Do we see ourselves in each other or in the spaces between?
Turn, turn, the wheel of destiny remains unbroken yet eternally unfinished.
Floating Thoughts Shadows of Silence Murmur in the Dark