Shadows breathe against the backdrop of twilight, murmurs tangled in the fabric of reality.
Space is but a suggestion, formed by the weight of dreams cascading into the void.
What does it mean to wander?
Treading softly past unseen realms... watch as the echoes begin to unfurl.
Distant laughter falls like autumn leaves,
every leaf a moment lost, suspended in amber light.
Time slips through hands — ephemeral grains, approaching a horizon curiously eternal.
Construct labyrinths or corridors of thought,
let the music linger longer than flesh.