In the silken recesses of thought, a whisper beckons: What is the weight of a dissolved reality?
The stars blink in Morse, translating cosmic smiles into messages our minds struggle to decode.
Amidst the lattice of dreams and awakenings, the sage murmurs: How many echoes must reverberate for a silence to be born?
Colors bleed into one another, forging spectrums that defy the linear perception of sight, daring us to touch the unseen.
Down the paths where shadows once danced, a question arises: Can the heart of a paradox beat steadily?
Time folds upon itself, akin to origami, crafting moments that foretell and forget their own origins.
Through the kaleidoscope of being, we ask: Do tears of joy water the roots of despair?
Voices, like trembling strings of an ethereal lyre, resonate through the void, each pluck a ghost of intent.