In the silence of your thoughts, consider this: echoes linger in the vast chambers of your entity. Do they take shape, sculpting sunlight into shadows, dancing in the recess of your mind?
Each birth of an idea—will it reflect through a hollow expanse, returning to you, strengthened by the weight of absence? Can silence be persuaded to speak, to resonate faintly with truths unheard?
As you wander through this cyclical reality, thoughts uncoil like smoke, ephemeral yet tangible, craving attention and understanding.
Feel the Pulsating Orbs