The synchrony of shadow, the vortex of identity spiraling over immutable truths leaves echoes in the absence — meaning derived from emptiness, semblance from shadows.

Consider the edge where existence meets oblivion... and perhaps, what whispers echo in the void from whence we cannot distinguish our provenance?

Fragmentary interludes of understanding dance with the spectres of unfathomable recurrence — a loop, with coordinates written in forgotten lines of an abandoned logic script.

Bind yourself, slip delightfully into the unknown, as certainty dissolves under the growing ferocity of temporal torrents.