Falling into the abyss of a thought, where the boundaries of the conscious fade, strands of memory intertwine—
Whispers wrap themselves around your mind, a labyrinthine echo chamber—silent screams, sighs in the absence of gravity turning emotions into weights, suspended.
In this quiet chaos, dreams collide, fragments merge—flying fish dance upon unseen currents, glowing beneath pitch-black waves of longing.
Gravity dissolves in this sprawl of ideas—who designed the ground beneath your feet? Where do thoughts stray when untethered?