In the expanse of existence, where the shores of reality brush against the cliffs of imagination, lies a path untrodden. Here, amidst the echoes of forgotten whispers and the silent songs of unseen vistas, one might pause and ponder the nature of what is and what could be.
Paths, once vivid and defined, fade into the ether, leaving only traces of their presence in the mind's eye. Journey through the corridors of thought, and find yourself adrift in a sea of quiet contemplation. The journey itself becomes the destination, an endless loop of discovery and introspection.
What does it mean to see? To perceive beyond the surface, to glimpse the infinite that lies just beyond the periphery? Such questions linger like morning mist, dissipating slowly under the warmth of understanding.
Clicking may not always lead to seeing: silent observations