The quiet symbols drift through a forest made of fleeting thoughts, each one like a shadow cast in whisper. Every line a clue, every curve a constellation of forgotten dreams stitched together by unseen threads of magic.
Look closely; hints echo in the patterns of waves and pebbles, but you can only feel the words you wish to see. There are pages that don't exist yet, waiting. What secrets do they guard in their silent, secretive dance?
Do you listen for symbols? Or do they find you, clinging like forgotten names on the tip of your consciousness? Grains of sand, wrapped around your toes, remind you that existence is only physical when observed.
Seek and uncertainty is all, but within lies the universe. Perhaps you wish to leave, yet inevitably, another symbol anchors you here.