Whispers of forgotten dreams curl around the edges of the mind, like tendrils of smoke drifting into the ether. They speak of desires unvoiced, lingering beneath the surface of the waking world. Listen.
The patterns emerge as shadows on the walls of perception, tracing the outlines of what might have been. Each step, a reflection, a ripple in the water of consciousness. The dance of echoes continues uninterrupted.
Within the heart of these patterns lies a truth as old as time, yet freshly revealed under the light of introspection. A soft melody plays, faint but insistent. It is the call of the familiar, the siren song of the unknown. What do you desire?