In the realm where melodies remain unsung, a cacophony of silence reverberates, echoing the thoughts of the cosmos.
The horizon, a line drawn in the sand of existence, whispers secrets only the brave dare to chase.
To see a horizon is to believe in the unseen, to trust in the fabric of reality woven by threads of imagination.
Tread lightly upon thoughts that linger beyond the veil of understanding. Each step, a note in the symphony of the universe.
Do we sing as we walk, or do we walk to the rhythm of an unplayed song?
Destinies dance at the edge of the horizon, their choreography known only to the stars.
When one thread breaks, the tapestry of time unravels, revealing the hidden verses of existence.
The horizon remains, patient and invisible. Awaiting those who dare to cross.