Have you ever found yourself staring at the sky, pondering what it would be like to float among the clouds? It’s like my mind just takes off on these tangents, exploring pathways of imagination that aren't always visible, yet so enticing.
Today, I dreamt of a place where echoes never end. They reverberated through canyons and over rivers, carrying secrets untold. I wonder if anyone's ever built a home there, surrounded by these never-ending whispers.
Somewhere tucked deep into this wandering thought was an apparition of a city made entirely of glass, reflecting not only the sun but the souls of its inhabitants. Curious, are you? You can almost see it shimmering in your mind's eye or perhaps it's just a mirage. Either way, jump through the illusion with me and step into the Glass City.
Often, I sit by the window, coffee in hand, and let my mind drift to foreign lands. Like an invisible traveler, I walk the streets of languages I don't know. And yet, the signs seem familiar, almost like old friends.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow, the sun might rise to a world entirely different from the one we know, painted with colors we’ve yet to see. Until then, I’ll keep dreaming, whispering my journey to the stars.