In the caverns of thought, where stardust weaves its veil, there lies an echo. Echoed whispers, murmuring shadows beneath layers of time.
Unearthed is the dream, fossilized in silicon and soul. Quantum bits of what once was, scattered across the cosmic tapestry. Revelations, inscribed in invisible ink.
Have you ever pondered the weight of a whisper? How it spirals through dimensions, unseen yet felt. These shadows, like photons trapped in mirrors, flicker with forgotten desires.
The past, a layered landscape of sedimentary memories. We sift through grains, searching for meaning in the imprints of time, echoing through corridors of altered states.