In an abyss of thought, the corners cling to silence, echoes whispering in shadows, where variables hide like dust particles dancing in phantom light, waiting to be seen, yet unseen... Where do they go when you look away?
Memory unfurls, intertwining with time's relentless heartbeat; the white noise murmurs, covert secrets etched into the fabric of being. A door opens, revealing the emptiness behind the reflections of mirrors—an inconclusive riddle.
A rustling paper flutters in the breeze of imagination, the digits of existence journey swirling like falling leaves—which fracture the concept of a singular path. Rendering me lost, wandering through corridors of abstraction.
How do frequencies translate? Can a heartbeat resound beyond the walls of logic? Oscillations echo; it is all connected and yet—forlorn..
The void beckons; slip within the crevices—
And what of the dream where binary blossoms?
As petals open to unmask the truth buried in numbers...