As I peer into the reflection of this fleeting digitized pond,
layers peeling back like whispers of yesterday's dreams,
submerged lakes within lakes, echoes within echoes,
the mind dances, dissonant and harmonious simultaneously.
What does the universe think of itself when we are silent?
These echoes speak to no one in particular,
yet reverberate into the infinity of time.
A lonely traveler finds solace in self-dialogue
made manifest on ethereal water.
Enter the Labyrinth of Whispers
Chase the Shadows' Reflections