Whispers of the Mind

"Time dances differently here—clock hands melting into echoes of laughter, where seconds are smiles and minutes are dreams."

"- Did you hear the silent symphony? - No, but I felt its colors painting the walls of my thoughts."

"The cat in the hat says it's either this or that, yet both paths converge like rivers meeting under the twilight."

"I saw a tree made of words, its leaves were paragraphs unfurling into the light—each a universe unto itself."