Unseen Paths

In the hollow whispers of time, you wander through unseen paths that unravel beneath the eternal celestial dance. Here, the milky veil of forgotten dreams trembles, breathing life into the granulated folds of your introspection.

"Is this reality, or the mere echo of an existence we dare not confront?" a murmured query as you step beyond the precipice of what you once deemed possible.

The wanderer stands at the edge of nowhere, a compass held fast by invisible tides, as dimensions eclipse in kaleidoscopic serenity. Continuously, each transmogrifying horizon beckons the soul to surrender its pretense of separation.

Yet even as shadows lengthen beneath the lunar vigil, there remains a resilience in having tread these forbidden parallels. For herein lies not solitude, but an articulate tapestry woven from the dewdrops of eternity.

The question lingers timelessly—"What becomes of the unobserved corridors that twist and turn without witness or glory?" It is here where cosmos and consciousness cease their endless dance.