In whispers between dreams,
the tapestry of thought
vibrates at frequencies,
echoing unseen entities,
those left voiceless and
yet omnipresent.
Telepathy is not a skill,
but a return—an unwrapping
of the covert vibrations
that bind us.
These threads,
spun from borrowed silk,
bind the unseen worlds to ours,
often felt, yet seldom observed.
Fragment of thought:
"Listen—beyond the spoken senses,
here, the realm of silent intention
calls in shades of deep emerald..."
Significance lies not only in what
is audible, but in the reverberations
left when silence speaks,
when echoes cease,
and the unseen occupies our
shared now.