Spiral in the Mist

Among the curling drifts of fog, where silence hides in corners thick with the whispering damp, there lies a spiral.

It's an odd formation, emboldened by clatterings of fragile, freckled light. One step closer reveals its dance, a gentle revolution forever seeking its center.

Entangled in its murmur is a lesson: embrace the wave of incoherence that time unfurls. There, lessons emerge from primal rhythms, and wisdom simmers in chaotic arrays.

As the world encircles us, it's imperative to harness the beneficial, poisonous noise that governs hidden putative paths.

For those who listen close, the riddle of the mist speaks in a foreign tongue yet in a cherished harmony.

Dare to delve deeper. Curate your footsteps through the shroud. Follow murmurings that can guide yet mislead zwe; the spiral welcomes both passageways.

Ebbing Reflections
Shifting Silence