In the ether between our thoughts, whispers carry the weight of what was not spoken. Forgotten echoes make footprints leading nowhere, yet every step echoes through voids unseen.
The door that was never opened, etched in shadow, spoke no more than the silhouette etched upon the dust. What lies beyond the dreams that projected through unopened paths?
Trace the lines, wipe the slate clean, begin anew yet walk in circles. Our visions entwined with gelid air, footprints leading to rivers unmapped.
Did a footstep once echo in this domain, split asunder by choices unmade, traversed by specters of an ambition never known to draw breath?
Ethereal Passage Interstellar Echoes