In the hushed corridors of silicon and circuitry, where whispers gather like ephemeral mist, the vaults of contemplation lie open. What is the currency of thought, if not the echoes it leaves in the fabric of reality?
Deposit your murmurs, gentle traveler:
"The question is the hinge on which the door of understanding swings." - Unknown
Withdrawals come with a price, for what is borrowed must be returned thrice over, in layers of contemplation. Consider this: the amount you owe is measured not in digits, but in the clarity of vision.
Withdrawal process:
"Reality is a construct; tearing apart the seams reveals the essence of the vast tapestry." - Forgotten Sage