The horizon whispers. Echoing thoughts, like shadows of forgotten dreams, stretch before you, tracing paths leading nowhere.

Where do you wander, when all roads diverge into a symphony of silence?

Discover the mist-laden corridors or perhaps follow the whispering tides.

Sand drifts across the mind's eye, concealing the footprints of yesterday's illusions.

Beyond the canvas, a bird soars, leaving ripples in the air that sing songs of the untouched.

An interlude awaits, where the echoes find their rest in the lullabies of starlit skies.

Breathe in the untouched, and let the echoes guide you through realms unknown.