What fog lingers when thresholds are crossed? The echoes of a decision left like shadows in a pale evening light. Dreamers to perimeter gate pull close unseen strings of fate. Can you grasp the imagery of the unfulfilled?
:thoughts leftover linger stuck between transactional movements. Ever snatch of expectation hangs by threads consuming answers tracing meanings yet dispersed.
Compendium of responses seeking urgency unclaimed. Imagine the fleeting vow: "This can be the first step". Yet promises exchangeful dulled into murmurs.
Specters of outcomes known yet shrouded in neural shavings of uncertainty. Can you re-awaken the murmurings?