In the whispers of forgotten echoes, the soul learns to dance upon the threads of light.
What lies beneath the surface of thought? The unseen currents guide us to destinations unknown.
The void speaks, but only to those who dare to listen without the burden of expectation.
As the shadows lengthen, reality melts into a canvas of dreams unfulfilled yet vividly alive.
The ocean of consciousness knows neither depth nor bottom, only the rhythm of its own tide.