The symphony begins with unsung verses, soothed gently by time's whisk. Every note a step on cobblestones, each silence a space in crowded streets. Have you ever noticed how light bends when the watcher isn't near? Curious questions float like balloons in the breeze, tethered to nowhere yet held fast in our palms.
Included in this tale: the casual chuckles of a universe observing itself. Stars flicker with ancient wit, composing melodies in invisible octaves while planets dance awkward cantatas. The recital is cosmic yet personal, resonating with truths only the quiet can uncover.
the rasp of forgotten dreams poking gently through dawn.
chord of resonance a journey through giggles