An echo of dreams once imagined squarely stands on thought's horizon. "Is time but a circle?" she asked while stepping beyond any visible dawn.
"A circle of doubts has no end, or perhaps it is an endless beginning," he murmured as flashes of daylight broke through his existential veil.
Whispers of opaque truths linger indefinitely on edges not meant for ribbon's closing. "_Awake not the sleeping thought with mediocre shimmer.","_