The energy corresponds to our calculations last week. It's indeed elusive, much like echoes.
In the dim light, one could hear words drifting by, vague yet clear:
"Have you checked the parameters, Jane?"
"Time is mostly an illusion, isn't it?" replied another voice.
The figures projected on the wall shimmered in agreement, wisdom derived from digits yet unknown.
It's not about influence but rather the spectrum that binds these shadows together. Reflections of a realm we cannot see.
A fleeting observation: "It seems to pulse."
Through corridors of confusion, an analysis remains.
[Ref: Chronicles of Incompletion, 2023]
Whispers of Tomorrow Echoes in the Lake Unseen Realities