Sonic Embers

Consider the leaf, quivering in the silent anticipation of the wind that carries whispers from the unknown.

A clock ticks, but time is an illusion—it wraps around itself, knotting, untying, unraveling.

The embers of yesterday's fire flicker, uncertain, like thoughts unsure of their genesis or destination.

Your thoughts are a mosaic, an erratic echo of self-discovery sporadically illuminated. Paths are formed in the whispering woods.

A bridge offers not connection, but juxtaposition: of knowing and of dreaming. When you awaken, will you understand?

In stories told between breaths, lives intersect like constellations, their meanings hidden in the vastness of the cosmic web.

Does the question find you, or do you find the question? In answering, do we reflect or merely refract?