In the realm between words, there lies a whisper, a faint echo of...
Minds intertwined, where the spirit seeks not what is known, but perhaps...
The question that bends existence, stretching the past into realms unimagined, is...
When one speaks of spirits, are they not referring to fragments of...
Paths untaken, roads of whispered dreams that unfold only to reveal...
And thus, in the silence, the echoes of what could have been linger, waiting for...