Gently, we fall upwards, revealing stories etched in stone, A serenade of dust and stars, as time weaves backward. "To fall is to rise in shadow," murmurs the silent wind.
Beneath the surface, the earth dreams, Fossils of thought lie buried in the sand, waiting for hands of destiny to unearth them. Echoes of Time
You, a wanderer, dance on this ceiling of the upside world, A gravity-less traveler among the timeless void, searching for the origin of whispers. Stardust Paths