Thought Streams

Today, the wind carried whispers of forgotten truths, weaving through empty spaces that held echoes of yesterday's promises.

"Are we merely echoes in search of voices?"

Navigate the corridors of your mind; each turning is a decision made, or avoided.

In the silent chambers of existence, every thought becomes a star, falling in patterns unseen, unexplained.

"In darkness, are we not all seekers?"

Proceed through the ether where sound meets silence; an unseen horizon awaits.