In the gentle embrace of uncertainty, where whispers of foresight meet the shadows of doubt, we find ourselves, tantalizingly lost. Did you know that all roads end in beginnings you never dared to dream?
The mists speak in tongues only the heart can decipher, revealing secrets forgotten by time itself. Listen closely; the symphony of silence holds truer melodies than any songbird's call.
What steps do we take when the ground beneath our feet is laughter, scattering like grains of mist? To dance, perhaps. To simply be, as the universe curtails in humble reverence.