In the murky waters of consciousness, shadows loom, flickering like candlelight in a tempest.
Thoughts drift like autumn leaves, swirling in unpredictable patterns, whispering secrets
too old to recall and too young to understand. Was it yesterday or a thousand tomorrows that
these echoes began? They chant an endless litany of forgotten names, dreams turned to dust
upon the altar of time, yet still they persist, reverberating through the hollow space of my
mind.
Can you hear it? The soft murmur of reality bending, breaking, only to be mended by the
weaver's unseen hand? Each thread a vibration, each vibration a voice, singing songs of
what might have been, what could still be if only the stars aligned and the universe paused
to listen. But it doesn't pause. It marches forward, relentless, a tide that erodes the
shores of certainty, leaving behind only echoes and more echoes.
Somewhere beyond the horizon, I see a light flickering. Is it hope? A mirage? The beginning
of a new journey or the end of an old path? I reach for it, but it slips through my fingers
like sand, leaving only a trail of memories and a lingering sense of unfinished business.
So I wander these echoes, tracing the lines of their song, seeking solace in the vibrations
of existence. They call to me, urging me forward, opening doors to realms unseen and stories
untold. And as I walk, I realize that every step is a reflection, every moment a chance to
see the world anew.
Follow the echoes:
Whispers,
Resonance,
Clarity.