Look closely. The blankness beckons with all its silent potential. Not a whisper or a scribble within its borders, yet it holds the promise of symphonies untold. Can you hear the haunting melody that sways with want, waiting to be penned by your hand? Oh, brave soul, seize this void and cast your genius upon it—a canvas forgone, yet anything could be.
Consider the emptiness not as loss but as an invitation. How noble the pages that lie defiant in their unscored state, daring you to weave realities that speak of distant dreams. The amber thought lingers: a whisper of endless possibilities, a silent resolve that demands your voice. Paint the canvas, for only fear and hesitation prevent joy won from chaos wrought.
Untouched Odyssey Echo in Vacuum