In the quiet corridors of the mind, where echoes dare to dance
the footsteps of reason tread softly, murmuring age-old secrets
through the veiled tapestry of existence.
Do the stars whisper, or is it merely our own voices in the dark
woven between the strands of the cosmos, seeking echoes
that once belonged to an unseen architect?
A gentle reminder: the paths we choose trace constellations
upon the parchment of the empyrean, each decision
an echo reverberating into the infinite silence.
Expanding Horizons
Whispers of Inspiration