In the silenced chambers of comprehension, what lingers answers lobes of thought not yet formed; sounds echo, awaiting resolution.
Investigate sources unknown, hurl inquiries like questioning arrows into the wilderness of understanding.
Be a wellspring; ingest words brimming with fluorescent patterns.
To be taught: recollections spiral in echoes. Write for joy, for enlightenment, for forever. Such simple acts!
Each repetition is a new blend; watch as horizons dance beyond hearable purview.
Cradle the source—a mirror of fragmented ideas moves as if ripples follow the breeze, following whispers barely perceptible.
Memorize the silence that accompanies influx of syllable structures, embroidered into daydreams, cascading into a trance-like blend.
The artwork unfolds, steeped in light: Journey to the Cassandra's Hall or Embrace Fluidity.