In the depths of solitary minds, paths weave like rivers of thought. Once crossed, never forgotten, their whispers echo in bioluminescent brilliance.
Underscores of light pulse like heartbeats within these corridors, revealing untrodden landscapes of introspection.
Shadows forge companions, flickering against the quiet allure of glowing reflections—a dance of solitude grasped in tranquility.
How do they beckon, these murmurous trails? They offer no destination, only the promise of illuminated reverie.
Seek comfort in the unknown where familiar discontent finds rest.