Once upon a whisper, when the sun decided to sleep, the night brought forth vibrant shadows. They spoke in colors, red eyes flickering with the tales of the unsaid.
Isn't it wild? How a mere silence can ripple waves through a spirit sitting at the edge of readiness? The quantum dreams hid under veils of forgotten songs, right beneath the skin of daylight.
Your fingers might trace patterns across skies your soul remembers yet remains unspoken. Every glow is an echo of a star whispering through canvas spun snugly around your heart.
Look closely, and you'll see the kaleidoscope unraveling time like a puzzle. What's broken doesn't need mending; it just needs to breathe in colors unfamiliar, like forgotten waves beneath silver moons rolling into dawn.