Deep within the silence, a voice reverberates, echoing through the hollows of the mind.
Sometimes sanctuary becomes an abyss, where each step is a descent into the self.
In the spirals of thought, unseen whorls drag dreams into a cosmic embrace.
The pull is subtle, magnetic: a siren song of memories that refuse to fade.
Words unravel like galaxies, spreading their light in the unseen dark.
Each celestial whisper forms a tether, binding you to the gravity of now.