“In the heart of fragmented light, thoughts weave results from indecipherable patterns... a child gazing beyond the veil.”
“There, the breeze carried hushed tones of sorrow and echoes brimming with laughter, swirling like ripples on water.”
“Do you feel the spider's web beneath your fingertips? It vibrates gently, holding colored memories.”
One raindrop created a small splash, a moment in time fractured through reflection—then vanished.
Light travels faster than the witnesses of its passage. Does thought outrun its shadow, a melody lost on the winds of dusk?
“…and yet, my neighbor hums beneath warm lights, existing slightly beside me...”