The midnight whispers; soft echoes of stars melting into fluid darkness. A tangled web of dreams spins silently, stretching across the infinite chasm.
Colors bleed in the carousel of memories, shards of moonlight caught in translucent prisms far beyond the wakeful moment. Dreams whisper static lullabies, tracing the perimeter of the undefined.
Where time is immaterial, gossamer fragments ripple in the stillness—an endless tide tickling the edges of your unbounded horizons, dissolving as dew upon the approaching dawn.
Embark on a new reflection Dive deeper into the abyss