In the interstice where silence weaves whispers, a heartbeat breathes in reverse.
What lives beyond the shadowed rift? Informed by haunting uncertainties.
Threads of light unfurl into the ether—a song waiting to be touched.
Every breath cradles a secret, every glance hides another encounter.
I once saw a dream dance in the fog, lost amidst the murmurs of forgotten alleys.
Let the waves of intuition guide you—like arrows through the eternal.