In the quiet lapse, between each heartbeat, dust chains us to eternity, sculpted from the remnants of yesterday. A gentle reminder—here lies the symphony of shattered dreams, mingling with echoes of laughter, forever swaying in the unseen breeze.
Allow your hands to accept the frost of this air, reach into the corners where silence abounds and stories linger, begging to spill forth like wildflowers from cracked concrete. Can you count the moments where light kissed shadows, igniting the dust in an ephemeral dance? Each speck, a narrative metered against time.
It beckons you—do you dare step into the haze? Do not shy away from the questions that float as incense, twirling softly in undefined paths. How many epochs have we collectively shed? The nature of existence, once robust, now drapes itself in gossamer veils.