In the space between breaths, a silent accord—an unspoken bond with the void.
Interlaced fragments:
"A ship unseen sails the sky,
carving silence into stars that refuse to align."
"Can you see the horizon within the echo of your name?"
Paths not chosen, whispers not heard—
Sculpted shadows, an endless drift on waves of possibility.
"A story without end, or perhaps, a beginning we must all forget."
In the labyrinth of thought, a mirror reflects only abstraction.
"The clock ceases to tick, but does the hour ever change?"