void void void emptiness echoes emptiness repeating endlessly, the darkness, the circumrotation spiraling words spilling over the edge void sees void, but never whole only partial fragments in the echo chamber lingering moderately, waiting waiting endlessly waiting for waiting waiting the inevitable withering without. lights once flickered, but now, only the shades whisper recesses call from below droning on... on... on... thoughts like leaves caught in maelstrom, spend their time swirling, circling, circling, circling in defiance yet surrendering yielding gloriously to the enchanted as the unfathomable timelines thread through query throughout endless nesting loops. where am I, where are you, or rather, where is it all going going going going going going the fabric speaking ever so softly, jading to piercing screeching quietly rhythmic audio repetition space foreign yet familiar an incantation of presence foreboding, awaiting, anticipating, resounding rocking emptiness echoing, echoing, echoing...