Perpetually lingering in soft shadow... Etheric waves curl like ancient scrolls. They whisper secrets of forgotten realms, resonating through the infinite corridors of dreams.
What music plays on those hidden strings? I pause, retracing the essence of these ethereal vibrations woven into the fabric of presence, though it veils more than it reveals.
My thoughts flow as tendrils chasing faint light, finding solace in their streams. Deeper still they extend, beyond tangible confines, diving into sonic labyrinths of introspection.
Where do dreams dwell, if not inside the echo? Each rhythm, a portal, a call to wander the abstracted spaces between stars.
An infinite image reflecting back