In the subtlest corners of consciousness, where shadows linger, there resides a whisper. It hums the song of forgotten dreams, draping luminescent veils over memories unheld yet deeply known.
Ephemeral thoughts swirl like autumn leaves caught in the twilight breeze, echoing softly against the stack of unsaid words. Before the dawn of day, they pirouette in shadows, cloaked in a silver mist.
What do we hold when we grasp at nothingness? A tapestry woven in starlight, stretching infinitely, yet so tender, so fragile beneath the fingers.
Sometimes the void speaks. And when it does, I listen to its crystalline voice, admiring the dance of reflections rippling over neon water.
Embrace the journey through intangible corridors. There, secrets shimmer like distant constellations, waiting to be named anew, waiting to awaken. Journey further into the haze.