In the endless corridor of dreams and shadows, I walk, tracing intangible echoes that whisper forgotten truths. Each step resonates with the silent symphony of unrealized aspirations, fading yet unwavering. What lies ahead beyond the bend, in the realm of tangible impossibilities?
Time unfurls itself here not as a linear construct but as an expansive loop. The connection between moments is not of past and future, but a continuous presence housed within the mind's eye. I wonder, where do the echoes originate, and where do they seek solace?