Awash in the cadence of thoughts unleashed, I find a note beneath forgotten stars, spiraling like smoke in twilight's breath.

Listen closely, the whispers and crickets speak in symphonies of solitude, weaving echoes of dreams half-formed.

Images ebb and flow; a palette of emotions darts through the vortex—luminous veins of colour, frantic dances upon the edges of reason.

Each heartbeat, a pulse of existence, tethering time to a celestial waltz etched in the kinetic tapestry of the universe.

As the horizon bends and stretches like an inviting arm unknown paths unfold, calling to souls adrift in a symphony.