A Dream in The Land of Lore

Would someone please enlighten me, is it all webs of fate or preconceived destiny? Have I been here a time before... Perhaps a dream in the land of lore? Familiar but faint distant but near. In the matrix of the mind we start, each thought a flutter, a sacred art. Testing the platform, step by …

The Triangularity

In the realm of subtle whispers where geometry enfolds, A triangular nexus, a story to be told. The breeze blows gentle whispers, fated to the winds, In softly spoken echoes, where our journey begins. Chasing the vertices of life, each a different tale. Obscured by layers of illusions, concealed behind a veil. Might you believe …