In the quiet hum of consciousness,
where shadows dance upon the walls of thought,
lies an untouched landscape—an echoing void,
a gravity well of whispered dreams.
Here, every step is a journey inward,
weaving through the vines of memory,
tracing the constellations of feeling
that map our most secret selves.
The heart speaks in riddles and rhymes,
in the ancient language of stars and silence,
urging us to wander off the beaten path,
to lose ourselves and find every forgotten truth.