The spiral drags you back, perhaps forward, spinning gently in the night sky. Each rotation, a whispered secret of time. A lullaby of forgotten paths:
In the silence, a song plays; not from your ears, but from the core of your being. It hums of journeys untaken, of roads spiraling into dimensions unseen.
A voice — soft, persistent — awakens memories like autumn leaves swirling in a brisk breeze.
Static yet fluid, these words are carved in the air:
You are here, Yet not here, Walking the spiral's edge, Between what was and what could be.
Beyond this moment lies another spiral: The Waves of Continuum
Reflect upon what is lost and what remains: Echo of Dimensions