Along the paths that wind unseen, whisper the voices of time. These paths, like choices, echo in the corridors of the soul. To walk them is to embrace the journey's self-creation, weaving paradox into harmony, symbiosis into solitude. Can one exist without the other, this question is the ether from which existence is drawn?
In every decision lies the dormant path of its negation. The fork in the trajectory, once a simple duality, expands into infinity when observed through the kaleidoscope of perception. How will the observer shape the observed? Transient traveler, halt, and ponder before unseen doors that opened through destinies not pursued.