It’s quiet here, isn’t it? Just the hum of something beyond.

Visions

The lights blur and fade, but nothing ever really disappears. Is this reality, or just a stream we’ve gotten lost in?

Shadows dissolve into the background, memories tangled in soft whispers. Everything feels quiet. Almost too quiet. But it’s comforting, like nothing is pressing.

The past is nothing but a ripple, barely felt.

We wander here, between the fading lights. Maybe we’re just passing through.