Listen... and hear what should remain unspoken.
The whispers intermingle with silence, crafting a dissonant symphony of forgotten reflections. Like waves upon a shore that never adheres to the same mark, dreaming of the infinite embrace of an ocean vast and oblivious.
The portal hums a mellow tune, a melody scarcely formed yet deeply resonant, echoing the yearning resonance of absent futures. A visceral reminder that we dwell in mere intersections of our own making.
And what are we but the sum of our ponderings? Here in this fleeting moment, thoughts scatter like fading petals upon bygone winds, each tethering itself to the anatomy of consciousness.