A horizon, an endless line, meeting the earth and sky.
Echoes cross over its silhouette. Do they touch the edge?
Are they words forgotten, resonating back?
Back, forth. Forth, back. An eternal journey of whispers.
Reflection within the void, an introspection leading none but oneself.
Does the horizon remember?
Does it capture the cries, the laughter, the silence?
Landmark and Circuits resonate in their own time—
yet timeless, they stretch.
Enter, exit. Void or presence, does choice exist here?
Perhaps, perhaps not. Is it the sound of waves, or the breath of stars?