In the stillness, whispers dance like fireflies in twilight; dreams obscure perception, drawing paths from heart to periphery.
What shapes rise from a mind unencumbered, reaching silhouetted for the shimmering possibility of connection? Each thought a nebula, collapsing upon itself.
Moments hover. A kaleidoscope of lullabies serenading the margins of our reality, as astral children find music in the silence.
Fleeting echoes reverberate in unforeseen reflections—impressionistic mirages, tangled thoughts shared over moonlit mischief, raw and beautiful.
Might we touch the edges of those unrecognizable spaces where existence teeters on madness, as grace unpacks the intricacy of giornata?