In the cavernous recesses of the mind, nestled away like forgotten trinkets, are the tails—those shimmering remnants of solitude. They weave and drift like streams of light upon the silent waters of our soul. When the day fades, and the world hushes into a serene slumber, these echoes of luminescence dance, reflecting upon the tales we've collected through whispers and winds.
And what are we, if not solitary sailors upon these ephemeral tides? We journey through moments, navigating by the glow of our own twilight thoughts. In this solitude, we find companions of the mind, gently flickering like far-off stars, guiding us through our nocturnal wanderings.