If I close my eyes tightly, the sunlit paths of distant realms unfurl before me. Silent roads, whispered by the breeze, wear stories of yesteryears, echoing memories untold and voyages half-begun. The horizon stretches indefinitely, a promise of tomorrows painted in twilight hues.
Ephemeral Dreams beckon as the night deepens, a soft refrain of static lullabies humming through the corridors of my mind. Each note lingers, a caress of stars in the silent sky.
Yesterday's solitude sings of the Solitudes encountered, companions carved from shadows. Their voices, though muted, resonate in time's embrace, tracing arcs of light and shadow in the canvas of memory.
In the stillness, I voyage onward, guided by the stars unseen, to the shores of a Wonder waiting beyond the echoes of time.