In the echoes of the unspoken, the waves whisper tales of an unseen realm. Here, shadows dance unseen to the rhythm of the stars. Do you hear them?
Amongst currents unseen, a seed was lost, adrift in its search for light. Yet, this light is a mirror of its soul, reflecting everything and nothing at once.
An entity observes the drift—a reflection without form. It asks: What is the boundary of knowing, when the known evolves with every silent breath?