The tapestry unwinds, a whispering thread woven through the loom of thought. Silent songs echo in the warp and weft, each stitch a lullaby for the restless dreamer. Imaginations flutter, moths to a flame of static serenity, the past and future entwined. Listen closely.
Eyes closed, they see the patterns dance, the unsaid woven into the very fabric of being. A static lullaby hums beneath the surface, a symphony of silence that speaks in colors unseen. Dive deeper into the dream, the unspoken language of threads and fibers.
Time weaves its own narrative, a looping ribbon unspooling in rhythm to the static lullabies. Each moment a thread, each memory a stitch, the heart the loom that binds all. Weave along and discover what lies between the seams.