Have you ever found yourself wandering so far that the familiar becomes a mirage? Sand beneath unfamiliar skies leaves questions hanging in the air, unanswered, like echoes. These snippets—caught between breaths—tell fragments of tales never begun, or perhaps eternally unfinished.
Yesterday, I met a wayfarer draped in whispers. She spoke in a language of colors and crescents. It painted the air around her, vibrant, yet elusive. Her laughter scattered like silver dust upon the wind. Do you know what it means to have a conversation with someone without words?
I once saw a tree—if you could call it that. Its roots snaked through the sky, while its leaves grazed the ocean floor. I thought about sitting beneath it, but the ground was. . .
Some say the sea sings, but I think it hums secrets. Only the brave or foolish dare listen. Reality unfolds differently here—like origami in the rain, resilient yet unpredictable.
Want to walk another path? Explore the fragments further in the worlds unseen: