Ignored Dreams

In the stillness of quiet corridors, amid the chatter of flickering screens and greyness, dreams unfurl their velveteen wings. They gather dust in forgotten crevices, echoes of cosmos whispering through the fabric of weary minds.

Atomic in their humble grace, these dreams voyage through the void, tracing sparkles of unseen galaxies etched in the mind's recesses. Every star a possibility, every night an invitation to wander beyond the tangible.

Yet, day by day, the threads of slumber's tapestry are woven into the mundane textile of existence—unraveled by the clock's patient, insistent hands. The cosmic dust settles, quietly rearranging intentions and destinies, a soft but undeniable residue.

Perhaps in another moment, with different choices,
paths hidden in the dust might have revealed
their shimmering roadways - cleared_passages.html or remained untouched, forgotten_horizons.html.