Do you hear the echoes? they tangle like silk that slips through fingers, whispering softly the secret languages of stars and dreams forgotten, beneath the layers above silence... it's not gravity that binds us, but the gentle push of the unseen, a silent wind in the spaces between breaths, conversations held upside down beneath floating ceilings like oceans hiding in clouds do you dance above them?

Is this reality or a loop within loops, where doors lead only to other doorways and the walls echo voices made of light? echoing light of voices, repeat the mantra or perhaps it’s a riddle hiding under the skin of the world listen close

does it matter when time stands still?