Abyss Traversed

There it was, the pulsating door to the unknown, swirling like a hazy memory emerging from the inner cuts of time's canvas. I leaped, pushed by a tidal song undulating beneath the whispered sky.

Thoughts cascading, vibrant and alive like the autumn leaves floating on a summer river, each carries a story — perhaps drawn from dreams, maybe echoes of distant galaxies orbiting their celestial whims.

I woke within the reverberation of pulse and seafoam, fingers dancing with newfound freedom across the euphoric expanse. The abyss was not darkness, nor the end. It shimmered with unspoken promises and laughter untold.

Have I traversed worlds, or simply rearranged the mirage of my own backyard? Beyond the horizon lies a door ajar. Beyond the door, wonders that rhythm the beat of a heart untamed by mortal understanding.

Let us embark together! Or not. Free will, the ultimate keeper of dreams, beckons with a forked luminous guide, does it not? Until we fluidly converge again in this kinetic kaleidoscope.