Consistent breaths, tidal waves crashing within, spiraling into corners untouched, where secrets nestle softly, cradled by the echoing forever. Remember when the universe spun tales only you could hear?
Mist drapes the morning, thorns of clarity pierce through dreams of the night. A journey wrapped around whispers—what voice calls you back into?
In the resin of time, every moment has a mirror that reflects paradoxes, crystalline truths sound softly against the bells of what never was, yet always is.
Do you hear? The ever-so-soft song of what could be, ripples across the void, tracing fingers along truths hidden in deep-hearted landscapes. Between every breath is a symphony of cosmic sighs.
A dream unfolds—a simple shell, yet its secrets cradle entire oceans...