In the stillness of thought, where perception dips into the abyss, lies the amber of memory. It captures the moments before the plunge, the equilibrium teetering on the chaotic edge. The dance of neurons whispers secrets known only to the cosmos.

What forms the web of our existence? A chance glance, an untaken path, an unvoiced desire. Beyond the mirror-edges of our minds, the universe contemplates its own reflection in a forgotten ocean of dreams.