The echoes of yesterday's storms cradle today's muted revelations.
Whence the past?
A cycle of winds both nurturing and capricious, whispers secrets shared between longing skies and yearning earth. In this place, time is a mosaic of echoes and silences. The winds beckon with symphonies of fractured memories intertwined with perpetual dawns.
Silently roars a past never fully written, on pages etched in sands of the unseen.
Where exists the whole?
A horizon where the clamors of brilliant paradox marry the quietude of introspective reflections. Here, past lives harbor vivid dissonance alongside harmonious melodies, themselves cradled in that tender twilight of starlit dreams.
Reality lingers, disrobed in veils of whispered nullity, caught forever between both realms.
In which mirrors truth?
Pages of unseen chronology curl and unfurl across cosmic winds. Indistinct romps of past and future collude at tireless borders of forgotten epochs, spinning the tale of dualities across dances of illusions finally breaking down the barriers between existence and abstraction.