To linger in perpetuity, follow the wind that does not blow.
Whisper secrets to the mute shadows and wait for the echo
that never returns.
Begin your journey at the imaginary crossroads
where the sun sets in the east, blindfolding the stars.
Step forward, yet remain stationary in your thoughts.
To the left of the right, the path unravels like a
forgotten dream, frayed at the edges by time's
relentless embrace, yet untouched by its passage.
Listen closely to the sound of silence,
as it dances in the empty corridors of forgotten
reveries, where the past and future meet
in a waltz of the present's indifference.