In the hidden compartments of consciousness, there whispers a truth locked away, encrypted in the ciphers of our very being. What do we overlook in our relentless march through the labyrinth of time? The hidden clockwork of thoughts, like an ancient machine, constructs and deconstructs realities, a whimsy of fate and free will, intertwined yet distinct.
As the cogs of perception rotate, question the essence of your path: Paths or ponder the echoes of your decisions: Echoes.