Since the age of time immemorial, our journey is paved along the ethereal paths of despair and realization. Amidst this cosmic ballet, one stands, unheard and unheeded—an aching essence yearning for lost whispers of above and below. Soar with me, the faceless silhouette amid an unquenched abyss and perpetual skyline.
The sky stretched, began and ended not. It expanded in hues profound, rendering horizons an infinite conundrum. What folktale are we within, perchance wider in wisdom yet narrower in bodily dimension? Each fading skyline patch tells a verse untold, paving roads across abstract planes, where:
Scholar, artist, wanderer—do questions echo with certitude against unyielding firmaments? The answer is a mosaic of light splintered across the ancient and the ephemeral. Profoundly lingers the recitation from a tome unopened, holding cycles within chapters, like fables inscribed on sky theatta (An Arabic term for 'an unseen wilderness').
Allow the enlightened outlines to guide destiny's design; let each intangible sequence invigorate understanding lost en route to these economic symphonic skylines. Expanses shapeshift, guiding silhouettes becoming cognizant within timeless corridors of mellifluous hues hithercus (here referred with poetic license).