In the cavernous echoes of the mind, layers unfold—each a conversion, a metamorphosis of soul.
The dreamer here threads the winding path of introspection, where nebulous visions groom motion.
With every breath, a kaleidoscope of forgotten journeys manifests within the conscience.
Do you see shadows stitching realities?
They whisper in tongues unknown, baffling the linearways of the perceiver.
Kaleidoscope breaths harmonize with the star-dusted echoes of time.
I ponder: what compounds the stone of destiny?