In the stillness of yesterday's echo, I hear murmurs of a time unchained.
X + Echo(t) = Whisper, a simple equation lost in thought.
Between the columns of paper trees, I sketch dreams upon the breeze.
1/2 minding the frost on each leaf, gently wondering, do we see or are we seen?
Integral = {thought}orizon(t) dt
Carefully searching the threads where our stitched dialogues unfurl like stories untold.
Step softly through the canvas of old night, feel its heartbeat in rhythm with yours.
Navigate within the confines of infinite possibilities gnawing at heart's ambiguity.
Reach out, dare you believe, strands connect: Enlightened Silence or perhaps weave further to Mystic Whispers.