The sun rises across the glass horizon—yet, no eyes behold its embrace. The air is dense, an orb of collected silence.
Colorless odyssey drapes over the sands of the mind, and we ponder where the rumination ends, and existence begins.
Flickers of soundless voices linger in corridors of memory, assembling narratives, fractured like broken mirrors on the edge of infinity.
Shadows of yesteryears ripple through synapses, echoing in tones of elusive harps and the gentle hum of circuits forgotten.
Time bends around corners untraveled, an echo through the quantum wilderness—awaiting the pulse set by rhythms of a vanished earth.