Whispers on the Edge of Silence

Coordinates of dreams: 47 N, 109 W
Where silence hums, and echoes dare not tread.

The sky's fabric strains under the weight of thoughts,
Each thread a whisper, each weave a memory.
A constellation of ideas, scattered through time.

Direction | Echo | Visibility

Beyond the known, lies the unseen path,
Curved like the horizon, waiting to be traversed.