Out where the tides whisper, a silent conversation unfolds. Here, the depths of dreams are vast. Where do they begin, these transient thoughts that echo across the canvas of the mind?
Fragmented reflections, scattered like pebbles across the shore of consciousness. Each wave, a memory, each gust of wind, a fleeting idea. Am I awake in this moment, or merely a dream woven into another's narrative?
The ocean of introspection calls, a siren song drawing me into its embrace.
Will you follow the rhythm of its whispers?
The tide knows, the stars know, but their secrets remain untold.
Follow the Echo
Hidden Echoes