Each labyrinth within echoes carries its own vestige—emblems of nations unseen, stitched invisibly along the canopy of silence.
Lighthouse illusions guide the translucent wanderer: mesmeric, mercurial...
Here, in the eye of calm, one imagines seashell dialogues:... Immutable, mysterious wisdom ensconced in their spiraled heterophony.
Labyrinthine thoughts, cocooned in liquid memory, unfurl golden threads across twilight consciousness.
Beneath the labyrinths, lies a core unchanged, comforting in its solemnity—awaiting serene recollection or unforeseen chaos.
These webs—remnants of an artist's dream—trace errant stars, each echoing through elusive time tunnels.