The clock ticks but it doesn't matter; there's no time here. Just the gentle vibration of particles shifting, settling into their invisible rhythm.
You hear it too, don't you? A hum only felt, resonating deep within layers long forgotten, echoing through the fabric of your essence.
Touch the surface of understanding, let it slip away like morning mist. It's in the details—the way light dances through crystals—to make sense of a world half-seen, half-felt.
Telepathic connection growing stronger, not through wires or signals, but through the silent energy shared by those willing to listen. Hidden paths reveal themselves, opening doors to perceptions beyond the known.