Futile Journeys

The clock ticks softly, the kind of ticking that whispers secrets of the universe to those who pause and listen. But we rush on, don’t we?

Here, in the land of the dismissed, every path glimmers with a promise unfulfilled, a song unsung. Yet, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? The glow of the unachievable.

Let’s wander together, hand in hand with futility, under the neon smile of transient dreams. Stop for a moment; the view is always better when you’re not looking for something.

Embrace the Glow Dreamscapes Await