In the rustle of the leaves, the whisper of the wind, there lies a truth hidden beyond words. Time, ever-elusive, dances between moments.
Each heartbeat, a reminder of existence, echoes within a vast emptiness. Breaths in between—silent, potent—remind us of what was and what is yet to come.
We are but travelers, lost within our own timelines, seeking the familiar amidst the unknown. Steps taken on winding paths, footprints washed away by the rain.