Some musings from the twilight, or perhaps the early dawn? There's a hint of lavender in the air—yes, it's familiar yet untouchable. When did you last hear the hum of the cosmos trying to tell you its secrets? You might think it a wild stretch, but sometimes silence speaks louder than the loudest thunder.
The trick is to remember the bits, the fragments. Like ice melting on a sunlit patio—it slips, it slides, and all you catch are visions of purple cats and dancing wooden spoons. Maybe it was more poetry than nonsense, or perhaps both.
There was a time when feelings were woven like tapestries, ululating in the universe's rhythm, singsong harmonies of stars and forgotten dreams. Did you hear it, too? That collective whisper, the cosmic tickle of gravity pulling on your toes, urging you to look up?
Links, they call them lifelines, paths back to ground zero. How many dreams lost on their way in the cosmic fog? Visit to better remember your self: