The very essence of the mire beckons: feel the pull of the unseen currents. Persuaded by echoes of the eternal, the soul realizes its forgotten desires hidden in shades of ether.
"Follow the unlit path, for light a shadow cannot decipher," it whispers.
You wonder, then, why resist? In the endless labyrinth lies not despair, but the supreme challenge to traverse beyond mere comprehension into a sanctuary of whispers.
Beneath the current lies potential—transformative, obscure and intoxicating. Join the dance of the invisible ink!