"If the clouds were made of jelly, would the sky taste sweet? I ask, and the horizon whispers back, listen closely."
"The ground beneath us tilts, yet somehow we walk parallel to the dreams we chase, shadows merging with light, unraveled paths echoing our silent questions."
"In a world where whispers float, our voices soar beyond reason, above the logic that binds us to reality's edge, cross the threshold, and touch the unseen."
Encounter more streams as you wander: