Beyond the horizon, where the echoes fade, lies a whisper of what cannot be spoken.
In the shadows, dreams linger, untold. They weave through the silence, a tapestry of forgotten wishes.
Do you remember the colors? A palette of longing, brushed against the backdrop of night.
A door ajar, leading nowhere, invites the curious soul. To step through is to embrace the void.
What lies at the edge of a thought? A neverending abyss, or perhaps, the birth of a star.