Wander. In the maze of thoughts, time breathes. Step carefully, as echoes bleed through echoes, and every crevice holds a whisper of what was once long known - yet it's forgotten. You sense it, don't you? A path calling from beyond mirage's edge.
A resonance alive with stringed whispers. The air hums with the harmonies of paths not chosen.
Secret restfulness wrapped in soft shadows. Each heartbeat is a step deeper into reflection.
Broad fields of possibility, where remembrance turns to sunlight-dusted freedom.
Do you recall those wandering footsteps - one after another, trailing stories into passing dusk? The sand pebbles gathered, fashioned covert tales slipping between fingers, impossible to resist... Cross on, the calls remnant in sprawl of the unsurveyed terrain.
A journey whispered, an odyssey shadowed.