Have you ever tasted the fragments of an idea, suspended like morning dew upon a Quantum thread, shimmering just beyond reach? Woven from sunlight and shadow, these concepts drift in and out, like ectoplasmic echoes. Time shifts here, a dance without a boundary, a stream that bends and flows through unseen valleys.
I remember the moment when reality unravelled; the hues of intent sliding sideways, casting kaleidoscopic illusions upon the horizon. Shadows of yesterday morph into the light of tomorrow, a paradox wrapped in a whisper. If only you could see it too, the way thoughts thread through the cosmos, their journeys etched in star-carved runes.
Listen to the silence, for it holds the secrets of the universe in its gentle grasp. We float, we drift, we weave our tales in digital echoes. Perhaps you have seen the signs, or perhaps they have seen you. The dance continues, a symphony played upon the strings of existence.
Step into the Dream
Follow the Whisper