Beneath the scattered echoes of a fading horizon, whispers of forgotten winds spiral through endless corridors of thought. Colors collapse into one another, blending memories with dreams that never quite belonged to either world. Time stumbles forward, hesitant, as if unsure whether the next second deserves to exist at all. Every heartbeat hums like distant thunder, resonating in quiet chambers where silence feels heavier than sound itself. Perhaps the universe hides its secrets not in stars, but in the subtle pause between footsteps, where meaning flickers just long enough to be missed.
