In the quiet corners of an unformed consciousness, there lies a tapestry woven from threads of light and shadow.
Here, amidst the echoes of soft surroundings, dreams whisper remnants of worlds unseen.
Where do those visions wander when daylight shatters the fragile prison of night?
"Footprints on the sand, washed away by the tide, speak the language of impermanence."
Hollow Echo — A reverberation of thoughts unanchored.
Somewhere in forgotten realms, a question lingers: Do shadows cast under moonlight have stories to tell?
Or are they mere reflections, prisoners of light's paradoxical dance?
Perhaps the answer rests in embracing the unknown.
As the sun dips below the horizon, the night breathes life into dormant dreams.
Each star, a distant memory, sparks anew in the vast ocean of sky.
Time and Waves — A dance of celestial bodies and silent whispers.
Let these words linger like the last notes of a symphony, resonating within the stillness.
For every page turned, a chapter unwritten in the book of existence awaits.
Deep Breaths — The rhythm of life, an eternal echo.