In twilight's embrace, the silhouettes of once-unknown lines appear. The numbers divide yet connect, whispering ancient oaths in tongues long forgotten.

Mirages form at the cusp, elusive, forming and fading like dreams unburdened to dawn.

Floating thoughts on boundaries unwritten:

• What binds the mind when distance is eternity?
• When is a fortress just an unfinished whisper?
• Can the void be contained, or does it laugh as it spills?

Journey to the Abyss

The horizon knows not of borders, its vastness defying the landless soul.

Within the human heart lies the only true boundary — fear, the unseen chain that holds and liberates.

Supplementary truths:

• The sand naught of lines, yet rulers trace them in despair.
• Voids sing of boundaries, a paradox penned in stardust.
• Branches entwined, yet separated by invisible grace.

Fleeting Mirages