Solitary Dreams

Echoes of Whisper

In the quiet corners of a boundless mind, where thoughts dance with the shadows of forgotten echoes, a voice calls—timeless and weightless.

"Do you hear that?" she asked, though gravity seemed unwilling to let her words settle.
"Hear what?" he replied, eyes searching the horizon where whispers flickered like stars.
"The sound of yesterday dreaming," she smiled, "it never stops, you know."

The breeze carries their voices, drifting through dreams as if they were lost ships searching for harbors long past. Each word a wave, each silence a shore waiting to be touched.

"And what if tomorrow never wakes?" he pondered, his gaze slipping through the seams of reality.
"Then today will become eternity," she whispered, her echo trailing off like a soft sigh in the void.

Time loses its hold here. In these secluded thoughts, every question births another dimension, every answer a doorway. Between them, dreams float, solitary yet boundless.

Fractured Landscapes Echoing Timelessness