In the realm between waking and dreaming lies a path not often trodden; known by few, forgotten by many. Here, in the invisible tapestry of the cosmos, lies the breath of existence.
When the winds whisper, heed not their secrets, for they are guardians of mysteries too vast for the mortal imagination. Yet, ponder as one might, the echo of eternity calls.
Time is but an illusion, woven from the fibers of experience and perception.
Echoes of the NightConsider the silence that speaks, the stillness that moves, and the void that is full. In accepting the paradox, we find the untold winds that dance upon the edges of known and unknown.