Unseen Whorls

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.

Echoes Beyond

Dreamweaver of the Void

Intertwined Threads of Time