Hello there, did you know that light has a secret life? It's true! When it bounces around prisms and mirrors, it gabs in whispers only other light rays could understand. Imagine one beam spilling tales to another pendant of droplets.
Have you tried listening to the echoes yet? Sometimes it sounds like an old tape rewinding in soft spectral harmonies. I once heard it hum "time has a way of painting the echoes with memories," like a soft, surreal reminder draped across the ether.
And while we're here in the mosaic of light, wouldn't it be peachy to share whispers with aeonian lights? Give your neon thoughts a chance to refract through a glimmering prism for the day, you'll be surprised how vivid even mundane echoes can seem.
Dance with Shadows Melding Moments