In the void, the voice of uncertainty is heard, a whisper within the fabric of reality's quilt. We wander these paths, not for answers, but for the questions that linger, veiled and spectral.
The thought unfolds, spiraling into itself, revealing layers encoded in the shadows of perception. Like the endless recursion of the universe, thoughts mirror the cosmic dance of creation and dissolution.
The observer and the observed are bound in a dance where understanding is but an illusionary refraction of the self. In this circle, we find not ends, but beginnings obscured by the mist of consciousness.