Deep Below

Time drips from the ceiling like a leaky faucet; the steady rhythm of existence echoes in forgotten valleys. Whispered secrets, lost echoes, beckon us into the chasm of our fleeting presence. Are we dreams tethered to consciousness or mere specters of forgotten wishes?

Could you carve a philosophy into waveforms? Meet the void at the edge of understanding, where the sun sleeps beneath numinous shadows. Each step deeper reveals glyphs inscribed by unseen hands, probing the questions of "why" and "what if." Remember, this marooned thought is a vessel for the infinite.