Perched on the threshold of the expansive unknown, we embark on a silent journey—a traverse through layers of self whispered by the void itself.1 In the fringe, where echoes fade yet resonate in memory, existence stretches infinitely, inviting us to question the very fabric of being.2
Indeed, as the ancients believed, every journey begins with a single curious thought, unravelling threads of reality we thought firmly woven.3 In whispers, the universe speaks—not to bind, but to liberate, opening doorways to realms unseen and introspections unfathomed.
1. An echo of dreams and night wishes in "Audios Arcanas: The Sound of Spirits" —Ephedra J. McLaren, 1873. 2. Nirvana speaks through silence, resonating perceptions in "The Silent Herald" —Milo X. Patient, 1951. 3. The Spine of Earth crumbles —"Old Bill's Catalogue on Temporal Voyage", 1908.
In a sea absent of mirrors, the soul seeks solace amidst its own reflections. Each wave caressed by eternity carries whispers of a written destiny, unmarked yet deeply inscribed. Here, time dilates, contracting only to dilate again, creating space for truth and myth to dance in unison.4
4. The Dance of Shadows, "Unveiling History Heretofore" —Thes. Q. Marine, 1745.
In every silence is the whisper of galaxies. In every void, the promise of stars to be.