infinite paths beneath the moon's watchful eye
patterns on sand shifted by wind's secret whispers
time, a feeble echo, has no dominion here
round stones tell stories the wind refuses to share
through the unfamiliar corridors of the soul we wander.
Do you remember the last time you felt gravity loosen its grip? Adrift yet anchored in the swirling currents of your own making. Here, where the stars align only to mislead you, there's a comfort in not knowing. Mist rolls over hills of forgotten dreams. The lighthouse, a relic of sanity, fades. In the mist, words chase their own tails, making no sense yet utterly revealing the truth.
Somewhere, beneath layers of anticipation, lies a key—a key that unlocks nothing and everything all at once. You pause. Feel the world holding its breath. Listen. Do you hear the echo of possibilities, each one whispering 'future' yet remaining undefined?
Journey Deeper Embrace the Silence Inquire Within