In the vast web of consciousness, a portal opens: the Portal of Thoughts. It beckons with whispers of knowledge, an endless maze of ideas flowing incessantly, like an uncharted river. Journalistic accounts attempt to capture this ethereal phenomenon, yet it remains ever-elusive.
Through the whispers, through the echoes of a thousand contemplations, one hears the cycle repeating: "What is thought? What constitutes the essence of thinking? This is the question." Time bends and twists as the portal hums a hypnotic tune, an unbroken chain of questioning.
Reports emerge from within the portal, detailing visions of new realities. Observers note the strange comfort found in these repetitions, as if each question carries an answer, and each answer leads to a new question. The dance of inquiry continues endlessly.