The valley speaks in pauses – whispers carried on currents unseen. Inhaling the expanse, I tread slowly. Yes, intentionally. Cerulean echoes puncturing void with the grace of unflinching gazes.
In heartbeats stretched over continents of silence, the existential sigh. Lines blur 'twixt presence and yearning – parallel tracks under cloudy skies. Reflective pools don't mirror chaos; they orchestrate harmony.
I am here, yet I am not. Breathless conversations with time, devoid of numbers. The abyss holds eco-less songs, unwriteable, yet forever sung within stillness. Underneath vague assertions, stirrings dance like shadow to phantom flame.
Choices, like footprints on barren ground, meander yet seem purposeful. In this desolate sanctum, nothing possesses urgency, yet everything waits. Enveloping rhythm, gentle crests and troughs of cosmic tide.