It's a quiet morning at home. The sun peeks over the horizon, casting gentle shadows across the room. Outside, the world is waking up, but inside, time drifts lazily. On the edge of the table, a notebook lies open, its pages adorned with the doodles of a wandering mind.
These are not mere scribbles; they are fragments of dreams caught in daylight, moments of clarity carved in the margins of reality. As the coffee brews, you wonder about the paths untaken, the journeys half-imagined, sketched out in lines and curves.
Beyond the window, the horizon stretches endlessly, as familiar and uncharted as the thoughts swirling in your head. Journey further into the horizon, or take a whisper of time to reflect.