Echo flutters, whispering dreams in the dense tapestry of silence—existence folds in on itself like origami in twilight.
A single raindrop's sacrifice—our connection ephemeral, yet deeply rooted in the soil's thirst for memory.
Unseen horizons in the horizon unseen; the dialogue between ocean and sand, a secret neither will reveal.
What is the color of a sigh? A pigmentless thought, painted in the hues of transient contemplation.
The celestial waltz of atoms—each dance vivid, yet forgotten in the inevitable embrace of cosmic lullaby.