Whispers flutter like leaves on the edge of consciousness.
The past is a shadow that dances at the corner of dreams—
elusive, silent, echoing with the footsteps of ghosts
who hum stories to the stars, tales spun in
cosmic cobwebs, singing songs of distant
futures or forgotten beginnings, scatterings of
moments lost in loops and spirals
of a universe breathing softly.
Wander: Find the Echo | Whisper to the Stars