In the silence, I wander where the shadows meld with the twilight, footsteps echoing upon the cobbled resilience of time. The scent of untold memories sifts through the air, a tapestry of stories woven in the loom of existence. I carry fragments of broken tomorrows, each lingering step meandering through the corridors of thought, tracing lines unobserved by those who rush past, heedless to the intricacies that unravel within the mundane. Paths within paths, unseen by the eyes that crave permanence, yet I am lost and forever searching, not for destination, but revelation.
Dimensions Beyond the Familiar Choices Unmade