Each thought cascades like sand, grains slipping through the fingertips of yesterday.
The ocean whispers riddles, Stars of reason twinkle back—hidden within their light is the domain of your mind.
How often we wander past shadows that taste of forgotten twilight? A pierce here, a gloss of uncertainty there—
and so we dance! Oh, how we encourage frayed edges to define whole vibrations of that deep, cavernous silence.
The continuing reflection, a soft pebble in an endless pool. What remains of us, docked on the shores of familiarity?
There lies a new terrain, untouched by paradigms—where forgotten dreams gather like shells.