Rooted Thoughts

Underneath the starlit veil, where whispers of yesterday linger, a garden grows. Its roots, infinite in tendrils, weave into the fabric of dreams. Here, colors speak in hues unseen, and the clock has no say. Listen closely to the rhythm of unspoken tides.

They say, in the softest glow of twilight's retreat, that rain falls up—defying gravity, a celestial dance. The trees, with branches of thought, stretch towards the ever-vanishing horizon, eternally hungry for the embrace of the unseen. Journey further to ascend with the whispers.

In this place where realities blend, the voice of the wind carries memories not yet made, celebrating the silence between words. Beneath the endless sky, we are all but echoes searching for resonance. Discover the echoes at silent waves.