In the glade's heart, sunlight refracts in shards, stitching sunlight and shadow into an intricate tapestry. The leaves murmur the unspoken truths of distant dreams.
Your voice is but a thought away, echoing off the silken mirrors of time. An ethereal presence lingers, weaving through layers of awareness, shaping reflections with unseen hands.
Fragments of understanding drift like mist over the placid waters. Dappled light dances upon reflective pools, each ripple a doorway to another self, another realm.