The mind flits like a moth in the starlit cavern, beyond where the gentle hills bend into the twilight. Can you hear the E7 c#m7 G#m F# of the song? It's fleeting, yet eternal... like dreams tangled in the fabric of night.
Words pour like soft rain, landing on hidden languages, whispered codes waiting patiently on the tip of wavelengths: 11100010 10000100 10000100 — do you see it? Not in meaning, but in essence.
Floating thoughts, drifting upon currents unseen...
In whispered circles, beneath leaf and root, stories twist — paths unseen, tales left unravelled. The labyrinth hums softly, inviting those who dare: