A world seen anew—twisted, elongated—reflections draw paths to forgotten realms. Alone, together, what binds us to our shadows? Who lets them whisper secrets into the dawn's cathedral of rustling leaves?
The tides pulled by invisible gravity, much akin to the force waiting in the aisles of fading streetlights. We drift at the edge of perception, where meaning transcends title. And there, at the solstice of realization, we stand; split horizons elongate to meet mundanity wrapped in silk.
Choose to walk along the fractal walls of time, where whispers in silk end, begin afresh their journey through isle-bound mornings met by untamed petal brimming. Could these dreams echo, ripple, in sunsets?