Awake yet not. Beneath the ethereal spine, whispers of the void converse with the unspeakable.
Touch the light - but where does one begin, when all roads - a mere figment.
In the resonant silence, an echo. Spectres float through fragmented dimensions, unconcerned.
Listen. The sound is not of this world. An orchestral gasp at the precipice of possibility.
Beyond calculation, the realms await. In shimmering haze, the unfound dreams murmur.