Epiphany Wave
In the silent echoes of thought, do we drown, or are we reborn with every ripple that touches the shores of our mind?
Suspend your gaze on the horizon, where the unseen glow of possibilities casts silhouettes upon our secretive past.
Lament, where do we find solace, if not in the quiet lamplight of introspection?
As shadows elongate and contract, they dance to a rhythm heard only by those who listen with their soul.