Untold Dimensions

Sometimes dreams leave echoes, remnants of what could have been. In the stillness of night, their shadows trace patterns on the mind. We forget their paths, as we turn to the daily light, but they linger, quietly veiled in nebulous layers of thought.

Here, beneath the surface of consciousness, lies a universe of trajectories—each a story unfinished, a whisper of potential. They are not lost, only waiting for those willing to look back with clarity.

Their fragments dwell in:

• Quiet mornings where fog whispers secrets.
• Stars that pulse silently with unknown stories.
• Books left opened, unspoken words frozen mid-sentence.
• Long, dusty roads that forget the footsteps once taken.

Revisit the Paths Listen to the Conscious Shift Inside the Lingerings