On the cusp of dawn, when the milky horizon curds into soft amber, froth dances upon the crests of waves akin to speckled thoughts pillaging through a mind. Each bubble bursting, a voice extinguished in the chorus of the ocean’s breath, yet, resonating through the cobweb stratum of dreaming skies.
“Once, I was a whisper amongst the clattering leaves, but they spoke too loudly for me to remain...”
Glistening with deceptive normality, the world hides its labyrinth of chaos beneath a veneer as thin as wispy clouds, fraying at the seams of reality. And yet, amongst the froth, a single wisp holds court — a sovereign of eloquence in chaotic ballet.
Embrace the froth, the cascades of thought rising and colliding. There is wisdom buried not in the peaks, but in the troughs, where silence reclaims her reign. And within every wisp that escapes into the ether lies a forgotten truth, echoing softly in the wind’s embrace.
Venture into the Void Chase the Ripple