Thoughts cascade like streams diverted through prisms, refracted notes of broken light, dancing queues upon the flash of time—the mind is labyrinthine, strings of dew-like clarity threading tapestry over opaque reflections.
In this nebulous haze, whirls of emotion and rationality blend, murky waters lapping at the shores of comprehension, echoing through hollow corridors of diverting dreams. Is it an echo, or a voice anew, unspooling past the mirrored doorways?
Forks in thoughts, pathways woven not by hands, but by whispers that breeze through quantum leaves, inflections impersonal and tender, all the same. Perchance to defy, perchance to embrace the refracting moment.