The circle: a geometric emblem, endless in its pursuit of balance and returning to its origin.
Within its confines, one finds both enclosure and infinite possibility.
In the rise and fall of its diameter, we hear the echo of time,
echoing in a realm untouched by linear decay.
Like the gentle waves upon a still lake, the circle reverberates.
Each pulse a reminder of the cyclical nature of existence.
Composed of echoes of moments cherished yet distant,
reverberating through an ether of nostalgia and serene melancholy.
What becomes of the echoes as they fade?
Perhaps they linger, waiting for the eyes of those who dare to listen once more.
While structures of dominance may impose their lines upon our thoughts,
It is in the circle we seek solace, a return to simplicity,
A truth found in its perfect symmetry,
Breathed into being anew with every iteration.