The Unwritten Scrolls

Cycle One: The Unraveling Whisper

There is a language in silence, a soundless reverberation of thoughts woven into the night mist. It whispers...

Not direct words, but sentences unfinished, glimpses from landscapes unseen. I sit here, a witness to echoes with nowhere to ground themselves.

Cycle Two: The Shadow Pilgrim

A footfall on forgotten stones, wearing paths unknown to the waking...

Ponderings alight like moths to flame, drawn by a pelagic pull toward deeper waters, compelling their journeys by instinct, not direction...

Cycle Three: Remnants of the Third Eye

Did I let it open or was I given sight by an unseen guide?

Cognizance curls around my perception like a prodigal ghost, knowing everything and nothing, adorned by jewels of broken light...