Do you remember the feel of rain on the windowsill? That lingering scent of forgotten memories as drops trace paths, seeking their purpose.
What if every laugh echoes eternally, spiraling into the vast expanse of a quiet room? An imagination anchored by curious whispers at night.
Children chase the unwritten stories of the universe, while shadows loom delightfully, a reminder of things unsaid.
Each step we take on the carousel of life is painted in kaleidoscopic visions, fueled by belief and an unseen tether that binds us.
In the dark corners of our minds, we find smiling clowns—clutching balloons of hope, cautioning sweetly, and fading into the murmur of the stars.
A fork in the road, which one do we choose? The glitter or the dust, a ride on infinite chains. Each path echoing its own melody in the silence of space.
Don't forget to look for the hidden doorways that lead you back to where you belong, or perhaps somewhere new. Discover the echoes.