What is the sound of one thought looping, unbroken, forever in an echoing void?
Perception weaves reality, yet reality slips through the fingers of perception.
Time, a curious illusion, dances in circles rather than in linear paths.
In the silence between whispers, does the universe scream, or does it dream?
Repeat, repeat, repeat: the mantra of existence, a cycle of harmony and discord.
If knowledge is a beacon, does ignorance dwell in comforting shadows?
An endless dialogue with oneself: a conversation where the listener is also the speaker.
Reflect, reflect, reflect: the mirror shows both the self and the void beyond.
Echoes of Time |
Inner Voices |
Whispered Secrets