Have you ever paused to listen to the echoes of your daydreams?
Somewhere between this world and the next lies a path well-trodden by none.
It's here that ideas split like prisms into colors unseen.
Imagine standing on a floating island amongst clouds that cradle the sun.
There, everything makes sense in ways both simple and profoundly complex.
Conversations unfold like origami, intricate and delicate.
I often wonder about the lives we don't live, paths untaken trailing off like shadows at dusk.
If you squint, you might see them, flickering out of the corner of your mind's eye.