Whispered secrets of the sky,
untethered thoughts adrift on cotton dreams.
The fabric of space,
stitched with memories of light and shadow.
What does it mean to hop from one cloud to another?
Perhaps it is to change the course of a thought, to let your consciousness ripple over the vast sea of the unknown. Each leap an exploration, a question mark in the infinity of the cosmos.
Perhaps it is to change the course of a thought, to let your consciousness ripple over the vast sea of the unknown. Each leap an exploration, a question mark in the infinity of the cosmos.
Paths diverge like nebulous tendrils,
guiding the restless soul through celestial corridors.
Did you hear the echoes of ancient voices,
inscribed in constellations twinkling with enigmatic intent?