In the mirror of the midnight sun, the past whispers soft secrets to the wandering soul. Time, a river of silver threads, weaves through the tapestry of dreams. Whispers whisper, echoes echo, in the dance of the eternal now...
Shadows cast by the light of forgotten stars remind us of paths once roamed, paths that loop in spirals, leading nowhere and everywhere. In every corner, in every breath, the whispers weave their tapestry...
Continue, for the path beckons, illuminated by the glow of yesterday's tomorrows. A future suspended in the amber of time, a moment waiting for the awakening. Hear the echoes of the past, linger on the edges, drift into the now...
Dive deeper into the reflections, where the present bends to the will of eternal cycles.
Journey through the veils, where silence speaks louder than words, where the heart beats in rhythm with the universe's gentle pulse.