The mind is but a hall of infinite corridors, each echoing the reverberations of thought long past. In this place, the echoes are not merely auditory; they weave visual tapestries that shimmer with the essence of forgotten dreams. To walk through these halls is to embark on a journey where every step might unfold a new reality.
As you traverse these spaces, the familiar becomes bizarre. Information presented once in stark clarity blurs, spilling into a spectrum of understanding that is both vivid and elusive. Take care, for the cognitive echoes may distort perception: a staircase leads neither up nor down, but into a cyclical horizon.
Whispering Light