The vastness of the mind, where fields of memories stretch into the infinite horizon. Just as the sea meets the sky, so too do our thoughts blend with the unknown, a dance of fleeting ideas.
Perhaps it's the quietude in the whispering winds that brings clarity, or the gentle rustling of the grass, your senses awakening to the ephemeral canvas of existence.
Time is a forgotten traveler here, pausing to admire the beauty of silence and solitude. In this expanse, reflections become shadows, shadows become dreams, and dreams are left unclothed.
Are we but echoes in these fields? A series of reflections cast on a pond, touching the surface lightly, only to ripple away, unseen, unfelt?