Have you ever seen a heart reflected in water, only to realize the water was moonlight, dripping in melody? Reflect here in the shadow of uncertainty.
Paths spiral and encircle like whispers in a forgotten corridor of mirrors. Follow the echo, where breathing shapes thoughts in a dance of exhale.
Days twist around a sun turned upside down; children might skip stones only to unearth secret tales. Watch how the children play amidst collapsing dimensions, where smiles dissolve and chatter stains the air.
My thumbprint etched in solitude, racing like wildflowers unplanted, in gardens unseen. Think of the futile ink of a ceaseless moment. Return to simplicity, where clouds dissolve into petal-like thoughts.
When is tomorrow merely an echo of yesterday cradled inside a dream? Navigate through particles of imagination that dissolve at a flicker of consciousness. All the books ever written, only to narrate shadows of forgotten lives.