Listen closely; a whisper travels the unseen paths where time does not dictate nor decide. In its murmurings lies an ancient riddle - the question of 'why' merges and dissolves amidst the fog of yesterday.
For every choice, an echoing ripple extends, its promise potent and silent. A tapestry woven with diligent intention, yet tinged with an underlying wonder. Do the winds know the story they carry, or are they mere conduits of our tangled threads, A boundless web?
Once in a moment of quiet reflection, I discovered a truth hiding beneath layers of orchestrated chaos. The universe portrays not lines, but circles. Each ending gives life to a beginning elsewhere; a loop, an infinite reverberation, caught in a dance of metamorphosis.