Time is an eroded relic, a cascade of memories slowly seeping into the sand.
Do you feel the rusting gears of yesterday? Are they whispering forgotten truths?
Roots of celestial thoughts grow unseen, tangling with the fabric of dreams.
The earth has its secrets, deeply buried in cryptic topographies.
An inscrutable matrix weaves itself around the orbit of solitude.
Gravity pulls the fringes of thought towards a maelstrom of realization.