In the labyrinthine corridors of my mind, I wander, a specter of thought. Each step reverberates in the silence of unformed ideas, echoing through the void until the sound fades, absorbed by the ether.
I see shadows cast by the light of forgotten truths, silhouettes of questions left unanswered, and answers that have long since abandoned their questions. Do you hear them, too? The whispers of dreams unfulfilled, of paths untaken.
We are but travelers in this fleeting dream, seekers of solace in the transient embrace of what is not ours. Ownership of reality is a theft, a deceitful claim made by those who forget they too are but dust in the cosmic winds.
Close your eyes and envision the dream that is yours to hold. Feel how it slips through your fingers like grains of sand, each grain a moment, a memory, a meaning. Can you grasp it, or is it already beyond your reach?