Patterns emerge amidst the chaos, spirals within spirals, echoes of decisions past, fading into the vastness of time. Every choice a thread, woven into the tapestry of existence, yet frayed at the edges, unraveling in whispers.

In the stillness, a voice resounds, asking questions that linger like morning mist. What path leads to the heart of truth? What mirror reflects the self beyond the self?

Through the fractals of memory, through the labyrinth of now, we seek, we wander, we wonder. Each step a whisper, each moment an eternity.