The winds carry whispers lost on tongues tasting forgotten languages,
echoes of realms untethered, flitting pass through existence's sliperiness.
Correspondence unravels.
To the inattentive soul, the possibility dissolves like sand through fingers.
Query now bends along the curvature of transit
between the constellation of sorrow and epiphany.
Interweave the strands of vision and blind folding.
Won't you take a step beyond?
The truth needs no destination, only the dexterous dance of its fleeting self. Observed through the lens of a cosmic observer, reaching.
Where do memories belong in an unbound space?
Conscious equilibrium hovers over ripples that tell their own stories in silence.
In the shifting sands, raw truths remain ephemeral, waiting for their moment amidst the undulating dunes of time and space.