In this fleeting moment, the universe expands and contracts, a breath held too long. Did you hear the whisper just then? A forgotten song of stars colliding... Crushed dreams and shattered expectations, ephemeral like morning mist. How does the sun feel about its inevitable descent? A curious query, or merely a distraction? Echoes in alleys, where shadows store forgotten time.

"Keep walking," they said, "and the path will unfold." But paths are illusions stitched together by wandering feet. Have you ever stepped off the edge and found nothingness cradling you in its tender embrace? I have, and it was beautiful... a serene surrender.

Sometimes, I wonder if trees dream as they slumber under the weight of starlight. Do they remember the earth's laughter or the sky's tears? Like hands reaching, searching for what was lost. Like us.