Beneath the placid surface of the mundane, where everyday routines don their familiar costumes,
the Abyss weaves threads of forgotten whispers.
Patterns emerge in dreams, only to dissolve in the light of the waking sun.
Have you ever contemplated the secret ballet of shadows on walls at dusk?
The phosphorescent dance in spirals, revealing plots unfathomable and realms undiscovered.
What lies between the fabric of what is seen and what is not?
The fabric of time does not unravel without a purpose; unseen hands ply yarn with meticulous intent.
Beware the mirror that reflects more than your visage, for in its depths lie alternate truths and clandestine echoes.
Was it a dream or a memory you have yet to live? The answer is cloaked behind the veil of now and then.
A cryptic riddle to ponder amid the ocular mosaic of an Urban Oracle.