In the spaces between breaths, where the worlds meet and part, I find a whisper of eternity. A pause in the chaos, where stars forget to shine, and their absence speaks louder than presence.
Boundary-less sky colliding with the horizon, cradling unspoken dreams and undone yarns. Do echoes remember their origin, or are they chained to the chase, lost in laughter, tethered to the unseen?
Here in the embrace of emptiness, thoughts float like feathers caught in the last gust before night falls. Fleeting moments refuse to linger, yet they paint the air with colors unseen by waking eyes.
Before dawn breaks, the void sings: Listen. Explore the echoes: Discover. Remember what can never be held: Recall.