Once separated from the corporeal, the lost essence drifts aimlessly. Touch is not its domain, though presence is felt.
Many have probed into the void—attempted grasp where shape is unshaped, yet palpably existent. Studies catalog pulled shadows.
The phenomena are like echoes of imagined sensations, as real as memory serve. Skepticism meets with soothing whispers in absent passages.
Historically, reconoces have linked these impressions to chapters in lore—the folklore of senses untethered. There's testimony of warmth without source. Listen to the echoes resonating through layers of otherworldly thought.
Philosophers ponder perceptual paradoxes or are they illusions masquerading as sensory? Debates echoed through hollow halls of response, this absence of presence haunts reasoning.
In this transmission, we summon explorers of Eldor; scholars unaided by material tether, forever free to investigate without inherit binding partialities.
Fragment of Tarif