Equilibrium

In the silent hours, you ask yourself if these shadows belong to you. A reflection speaks without words.

The clock ticks differently in this space, where seconds pause to contemplate their own existence.

Did you hear the echoes of futures that never came to be? A symphony of what-ifs dances in the void.

Drift like autumn leaves, finding balance in the unpredictable winds.

"I know," you think silently, yet the knowing transcends language and reason.

The scent of rain in the air, a premonition of dreams watered back to life.

Time moves like a river under a bridge, unseen currents shaping landscapes in secret.