Do you remember the paths we tread under the benevolent gaze of the wandering sun? Each footstep whispered through grass bending with grace, a reverie that time wrapped around our shoulders.
Light flickers, pulsing like a heartbeat, rekindling the colors of lost days. In the kaleidoscopes of the mind, shadows play, performing dances rehearsed over untold nights. There are no echoes, just repetitions; the circle of perception retreads itself quietly.
The palette of memory bathes itself in reflections, refracting through prisms crafted in the solitude of starlit skies. Hypnotic, the repetitions win surrender, weaving threads of wonder into the tapestry of our isolated moments.
And here lies the path, forgotten by those who forgot the warmth cradled in the embrace of dawn. Will you trace its contours once more? Will you remember to unremember so that paths anew may unfurl?
Woven Galaxies