Isn’t it peculiar how the stones listen, yet never speak? The air hums with untold stories, woven into the fabric of silence. A journey without leaving, footsteps echoing in the chambers of consciousness, mapping dreams carved in shadow.
The light flickers like the pulse of an ancient heart, beating in echoes of forgotten time. Here, in the shadowed alleys of the mind, does the dreamer find sanctuary. A cave within a cave, a mirror reflecting the unseen.
Can you hear the whispers of eternity? They slip through the cracks, like water finding its way through the stubborn stone. The secrets of the cave, held tight by silence, unravel in the stillness.
And outside, the world turns relentlessly, yet here time hesitates, caught in the web of dreams spun by the inner eye.