Wisps of luminance dance upon the edge of reason, casting shadows both untamed and familiar. To walk these paths is to embrace them, a communion born of primal instinct and fragmented visions.
When the light reveals, remember: The corridors of sight bend, more than they illuminate. The intuitive fear corridors map nothing by light, yet theirs is the song in the void that whispers.
Thus the encoded secrets flourish in their arbitrary brilliance. Glimpse them, while avoiding temptation, through the prism of echoes.