Between each heartbeat, there lies a silence, an embrace of the void where echoes are caught between what was and what may yet be. In this space, footprints cast from distant dreams lead nowhere, yet everywhere, a dance upon the edge of an infinite horizon.
With every breath, the world shifts; unseen hands paint the skies with hues unknown to dawns or dusks. You stand as a traveler on a path of murmurs, a wanderer in the spaces between words.
An old story winds through the leaves, a tale of a time when breathing itself was magic, and every inhalation a step upon the surface of the stars.