Have you ever found yourself tangled in the repetitive hum of something impossibly intricate? It's like standing in a field, listening to a symphony only the flowers know. And there we are, mere spectators in a universe where every sound is a secret code, unraveling over time.
If you lean in... really listen, you can almost make out the replies of long-dormant entities. Perhaps it’s nothing but your mind playing tricks—filling in gaps with notions of what could be whispered among the spirals. Or perhaps they know things we just don't want to know.
Imagine falling through a kaleidoscope of unsaid words. A place where each turn spouts forth another enigma, another riddle, and you can’t shake the feeling they're laughing at you, or with you, or perhaps neither.