In the quiet corridors of my mind, shadows dance, weaving tales of light and absence. Each flicker a memory lost, each whisper a secret murmured into the quiet abyss. Do you see it? The way the light plays tricks, creating figures that nod and beckon, but vanish when approached?
There, against the backdrop of a starlit dreamscape, I walk barefoot on paths of silver mist. The ground hums—a symphony of echoes that seem almost familiar, yet beyond my knowing. Flicker. Another shadow glides past, trailing an ephemeral glow that wraps around my thoughts, intertwining them with the silken strands of night.
I close my eyes. Is it real? Or merely the tapestry of my imagination unraveling under scrutiny? Each breath a step deeper into the maze of my own creation. Trust the shadows, my heart whispers. They know the way, though the flicker of their form betrays a truth too profound to grasp.