The Endless Contact

As you wander over cobblestone thoughts brushing against cool shadow beneath trees not seen, where the horizon bends into an unknown future past your last gaze. Contact possibilities washing through a passage you haven't walked yet. Here, the applied touch of tentative feet databases of dreams weaving connection across icy ponds of wary wanderers lighting the path.

Find where paths cross while pondering the time when pathways solely spoken in whispers and emails of the silken spiders wove into shadows cast at noon, the connection binds or breaks, it trembles along invisible wires.

Messages lost on the way to being found again...again. The last conversation twisted and turned into ink-like visions, promising replies forever absent just beyond the gentle sphere of uncertainty. Follow the line:

Address Hue of Memory, Skylight Road
Intersection 7, Avenue of Forgotten Whispers
Tel: (+42) 0137-88-5D1

The touch is more than the shadow of thought yet diminishes with every step forward -- travel backward and maybe contact will be made, yet the path only spirals in intricate patterns, dissolving and recomposing the dance of fractals intricate infinite repetition.