So, there I was. Standing at the edge of a thought, peering into the void that wasn't really a void at all. It had colors, swirling dreams and the occasional forgotten memory whispering as it danced past my shadow.
Ever tried talking to yourself on a Tuesday? Oblivion refracts differently on the weekdays. Much more responsibility, less whimsy. But hey, the echoes are clearer.
Imagine a frame, not just any frame, but a frame without a picture. Just a frame. And inside this frame, there's nothing. But is it really nothing? Or is it an endless possibility of things waiting to be?
Chasing Shadows | Echoes in the Dark | The Magpie's Tail