In the quiet depths before dawn, where thoughts float like leaves upon an unseen river's edge, the fragments of dreams linger. Descending bits of memory comets plume across unformed canvases.
Have you ever walked upon a pathway of echoing bits? The dreams not yet spoken, understanding unvoiced, words left lilting in the silence? Ignition they call.
With each step into further darkness, decisions unresolved cast mirrored shadows. There lies comfort on the half-blind edges. Awaken or not—do you dare heed the echo?