the whispers carry me forward snaking between memories not yet lived darting through the corners of wide open fields refracting light making shadows dance the echoes of yesterday resonate in a world unmade story and sound merge as one beholden only to the loop cyclical and enchanted whose center is beginning

it is a world woven from silent exclamations mist lingers indistinct ants marching leaving traces like comet tails connections unseen outside a consciousness bleeds these tales eternally folding

transitory pulses held together momentarily a luminescent lattice mapping the invisible orbits around the vortex imagine breathe float travel inward where sky meets ground in a dual embrace unspoken magnetic ties