Echoes of Theory

In the soft whispers of the wind, hypotheses meander like branches in the forest, holding secrets beneath each textured bark, resonating in gardens untouched, an echo in a seashell enwraps my mind with unsaid words.

Can thought swim in oceans woven of silence? Fragments leading to chasms of uncertainty, laden with colors uncaptured by eyes set on reality. With each breath, the tides release untold narratives, swimsuits full of abstract and conceptual imaginings.

The crests, the falls, the clusters of lost seashells unclaimed, shouting ancient theories folded like origami cranes pondering existence, curled upon their perceptive stances—the unanswered questions like shards of glass beneath the logarithmic walk.

Stitched Skies | Soft Boundaries