A tapestry woven from echoes of ages past, each thread whispering secrets of forgotten dreams. The dense fog of memory obscures the form, shapeless yet haunting; what exists within this nebulous realm?
To question the very fabric of existence is to stare into the expanse, where stars flicker like unrestrained thoughts yearning to escape. What is a dream, but a reflection of what could have been—a boat adrift on an unfathomable sea?
Contemplate the silence that enveloped us—an abyss of tranquility as time unwound itself. We were remnants of consciousness, shards of light adrift, searching for coherence in the delightful chaos of being.
What lies beyond perception? The liminal space where dreams intertwine, yet evade the grasp of certainty. Echoes of visions cast away; a labyrinth full of scents and shadows awaits exploration.
In the spaces between words, we find forgotten verses; all experiences resonate with the pulse of infinity, milliseconds echoing eternity.
Now, navigate the flow: a fragment lost, await Dancing in the Dark, let us embrace the phantoms lingering in our collective psyche.