glimmer in the edges of peripheral vision; whispers of forgotten galaxies shiver as they dissolve before the mind's eye, painted with invisible ink dripping from a quill that never was

the sandglass speaks in coded languages; rhythms of presence, absence, moments caught between fractions of light — eternal echoes in ephemeral dreams, dangling like dew on the web spun by an unseen architect.

thoughts refracted through a prism of memory; shimmering, distorting... the horizon breathes softly, a lullaby sung in stardust, escaping through the cracks of polished reality. as shadows blend into histories rewritten in the margins of fading horizons. here, perhaps, lies the truth—enigmatic, elusive, ever shifting...