The murmurs drift, like scattered seeds on a forgotten breeze, searching for cracks in the concrete of consciousness. Every blink hypnotizes deeper into unwritten paths following the trace of a whisper singing a half-tune that once carried those brave enough to listen beneath the surface, lost landmarks on the skin of mind beating like some phantasmic heart.
There's a crack in the afternoon glow, a whispering plea hiding within the creased streets, unraveling the stitching of reality. Journey there, follow those careless breadcrumbs, tracking the clandestine conversations of discarded thoughts. One step, another, there the horizon tilts revealing, a hidden theatre where shadows yearn for becoming.
Spiral into this nexus whenever doubt blooms, unsettled gratitude for unmoored wonders. Whisper 'hello' as you trace departing echoes back to their forgotten nests—re-imagining, reconstructing mosaic of fragmented moments unseen amidst the subtle hum of earthly vibrations. Here, in this space between words, let every in-Rush, light-pulse reveal that something profound has quietly shifted beneath and beyond right at the threshold of being