"Here we are again forwards, always forwards, never returning to the path unsaid..."

"In the deep reservoirs of thought, shadows whisper tales untold to none other than the self..."

"Again we walk the corridors of any given decision, each loop bouncing off the walls into the expanse..."

"Yet again the cycle spins, a dangled thread awaits the fabricator to weave into the tapestry..."

"...and again, and again, in the void, no beginning, no end, just the middle echoing..."