Consider the gentle flicker of a candle, steadfast yet transient, illuminating the night's thoughts, dancing shadows surrender to.
In moments like these, when silence stretches like a taut string across the void, words become gravity wells, anchoring celestial emotions that roam.
Did you ever think about how silence speaks? Through the echo of unspoken dreams, the twilight pause where reality winks at fantasy, and you wonder why the stars have names but not faces.
Paths wander through the darkness, light graffiti on the soul’s canvas, ephemeral shimmerings that whisper sonnets of forgotten realms.
The hidden depths pull at invisible threads woven through time's gentle loom, a web of luminous moments passing like shooting stars, fading faster than they came.
Sometimes you trace them in the sky with your eyes closed, feeling them slide between your fingers like grains of sand, wondering if each grain held a universe of its own.
Land of shadows speaks in flickers, each one a heartbeat of the cosmos, and for a moment, all is right in the universe as you float above the now and the never.
Yet, reality persists, like a gentle nudge from the ground, reminding you that even the brightest paths converge into inevitable darkness.
But oh, how vibrant the journey is! Every blink a chance to witness the dance of lights, every sigh a note in the symphony of the stars.
And as you walk, each step echoes into eternity, a song sung by the shadows and the whispers you never let go of.