The Whistles of the Cosmic Wind

In the wee hours, when streets transform beneath the glow of lamplight, echoes chase shadows down alleyways.

"Time weaves stories into the fabric of the night; like a broken clock, it ticks the silence."

"Listen closely, and you hear the whispers of stars, tracing paths through depths of slumber."

The restless wanderer finds solace in the repetitive rhythms, each breath a fragment waiting to be caught in a jar of memories. Stars blink in concert, whispers shared amongst old companions adrift in a timeless ocean, above and unnoticed.

Transitions in thought echo— a syllable, a pause, a fragment of time.

Strange departures await: Silent Footprints | Twiddles & Twists | Hemisphere of Hums