Do you remember the shadows that lingered on the edge of consciousness, forming pathways in unlit spaces, wherever the eye dared not tread, weaving fabric of time unseen?
Stitched whispers, like dreams caught between veils, speak in silences, where words shatter into echoes, and memories transform into particles of light.
Visions of futures unfurl beneath the surface, paths unseen guide the hand, rhythm of night, mysterious cycles that breathe through the ether.
