Once upon an understanding, spiraling in vast paradoxes, the door opened to the hall without end. It was neither a beginning nor a middle—just a continuum of whispers.
Touch not the void, unless you wish its echoes to touch you.
Six philosophers debated. Seven outcomes emerged as one question dissolved into a myriad of possibilities, leaving behind fragments of thought adrift in a sea of unwritten doctrines.
Unwound | Fragment | Dusk's Contours
"To know," said the first, "is to understand your ignorance." "To be," countered the second, "is to embrace your nonexistence."
In an unkempt archive, like an unwritten book upon a forgotten shelf, lies the potentiality of destruction and rebirth. Each page an unspoken promise, unfulfilled and waiting.