Have you ever wondered what it feels like to exist between the lines of reality? Some say it's like wandering in a fog, where the path is known but the landmarks are illusions. A land where whispers carry truths concealed in riddles.
"I heard what you didn't say," she murmured, tracing the outlines of shadows with fingertips that danced like fireflies.
Join me as we venture through these pockets of silence, where every word spoken holds a fragment of the unreal. Speak to the echoes, they might just understand you better. Or not. Who knows?
Your shoes will get wet if you step into the shallow dreams. But the waters are cool, like the embrace of the night, and the moon sometimes steals a glance.
Tread carefully on foggy paths Listen to the unheard sounds"Why are we here?" I asked, though it felt like a question for an eternity, not just a moment.
Balance on the edge of this fine line, where the real and the imagined blur into a canvas undefined. Each brushstroke is a laugh, a cry, or perhaps just the wind teasing the trees.