Into the Storm
There was once a wayfarer, wandering paths that meandered beyond the horizon. One path wove through the fabric of time, unraveling threads that might have been, sowing seeds of whispers unheard.
It was on this path the storm found them, a tempest arrayed in shades of undisturbed night. The air thickened around them, laden with a weightless pull as if gravity remembered its own forgotten lore.
leading nowhere
yet everywhere
in defiance of the familiar
contours of earth.
The journey was uncharted, a collision of forsaken maps and undefined landmarks. Each step, a whisper of the past; each breath, a vow to the unseen future.
Continue further into the mystic haze yourself, where silhouettes of strangers become mirrors of forgotten selves.
A path diverges ahead; explore the lost footpaths where echoes of laughter dance amidst shadows that linger just out of reach.