The irony of permanence in a world dedicated to transient trends. Watch as your digital footprints wash away like footprints in the sand.
Ever wondered what the void thinks? It resonates with echoes of its opinionated silence, critiquing our every decision.
“I will call you back,” said the void, winking at the irony of its echoed promises. How comforting, how utterly, maddeningly ironic.
More Fleeting ReflectionsGrasping at stars that were once dreams, now mere dots in the grand tapestry of external validation. Do you hear the applause of the cosmos, or is it just an echo?
Enter the Loop