The echoes of a thousand yesterdays reverberate through the corridors of the mind. Once, I was told that the universe dances in shadows, and yet here I stand, a mere observer of its macabre waltz.
Fractured dreams, as a lunatic once lamented, are but pieces of a greater insanity. What is sanity, if not a delicate web spun by the whims of fate and folly? Perhaps it is the insane who truly understand the cosmos, their laughter mingling with the stars in an eternal serenade.
Eternity's Mirage whispers across an ocean of silence. Are we but vessels adrift, filled with the echoes of dreams unfulfilled?
In the labyrinth of thought, a voice proclaims: "Time is a thief, and the soul its unwitting victim." Yet, in this theft, there lies a beauty — moments captured in a kaleidoscope of memory, ever fleeting, forever haunting.
Insanity's Embrace chides the rational, wrapping them in a cocoon of chaos and clarity. In this embrace, one finds freedom from the chains of conventional thought.
The lunatic's yammering around us, relentless, a symphony of discordant truths. Listen closely, for in the madness lie the secrets of the universe, the keys to understanding our place within its boundless void.