Horizons Within Echoes

Somewhere, between the folding edges of time, echoes resonate with flavors forgotten under dusted veils. They sing of places that are thought, universe unfolding like carefully zipping light.

What if the stars you wished upon were reed-like, strong vessels of pain and joy, sailing through silken ether rivers? Constructs adrift without shores.

Explore this gentle tapestry of thoughts unfurling behind every breath: Reflections of My Mirror, Dashed Lines.

Visions dance like tinctures upon eyelids, seeking permanence in shadows that elongate only when observed. Perhaps, in another brush of fate, your hand could write their names in azure sand.