In the quiet cosmos of infinite paths, where stars themselves trace ancient stories engraven in the canvas of night, lies the end of imagined beginnings. A destiny not chosen, nor forfeited, but whispered into existence by the echoes of forgotten songs.
These echoes are not mere remnants; they are sculptors of time, molding destinies with gentle, relentless hands. Listen, for they speak of worlds unseen, of choices lurking beyond the veils of reality, crafting a journey far beyond the tangible.
Consider the paradox of those echoes: their presence is transient, yet their imprint eternal. Each note, a ripple in the sea of existence, questions the certainty of our paths.
Walk into the labyrinth of your own design, the corridors of destiny, and discover the shadows that linger upon your every decision. Who were you, who are you, who will you become? Only the echoes remember.
A single journey can span a multitude of yesterdays and tomorrows, intertwined in cosmic threads that bind the fabric of fate. Let your steps resonate, let them etch the story yet untold into the eternal silence that cradles creation.