The weight of eternity blinks and slips, silent echoes of a tepid breeze sweeping stars across forgotten paths. Even the sky conveys whispers, language without words.
Do you remember? The morning's first breath as we walked upon dream-laden shores, unspoken confessions trailing in our wake.
Static lullabies weave through restless nights -- disconnected yet devoutly devoted to their chaotic harmony. Have we woven ourselves into the spectral threads, endlessly spiraling?
Time fractured, ungraspable water through clenched fists, as we ponder the persistent labyrinth of our folly: the choosing not to choose.
Pursue brilliance, amidst shadow-filled mazes. Words come as though bridled with forgotten song, echoing, daring one to remember.