In the unsettling embrace of twilight, dreams weave through thoughts like fog caressing the earth.
Can you hear the stillness screaming behind closed eyes? Look closer, beneath the skin, beneath the dreams, and discover.
Your heart, a metronome against the cacophony of the cosmos, beats in time with distant worlds,
born of starstuff, yet anchored here in this ephemeral moment. Who are we, wandering spirits, lost within?