Oh! The patterns of my tales woven in the unassuming fabric of thoughts. A rhapsody, a symphony, a tangled web of desires and regrets! How brightly they shimmer under the naked scrutiny of the introspective gaze!
A journey? It's an odyssey of echoes in a canyons' kiss. Step by step, I unravel the silken threads, only to find the tapestry reaching far beyond my dim comprehension. Yes! Patterns emerge not as they should, but as they must, in the dance of light and shadow upon the echoing plains of my restless mind.