Whispered winds through the hollow barrels of time; echoing laughter ripples in a pond never formed. Do you recall the blue of the never-was-sky? The imprint of footsteps on sands that only manifested in dreams?
As you read this, pause: the horizon hums, resonating in frequencies foreign yet familiar. There’s a rhythm in your pulse that mimics this dance of light and shadow, an unremembered melody played on unseen strings.
Wander here, to origins. Follow the paths etched by hand of memory, where each turn is a question suspended in silence.
Syncopated breaths, more than a heartbeat’s echo; a silent conversation between selves that never met. Do you hear the call of the distant waves, crashing not on shores, but in the inner sanctum of your waking dreams?