Upon the ancient surfaces, layers settle. Compacted histories, submerged beneath an ocean of quiet understanding. Each layer, a memory, refracting light, a prism of thought.
Refracted Thought: Darkness whispers beneath the surface, and in the quiet, echoes of past rains dance upon the crystallized waters.
Glimmers of refracted color bleed through, revealing unseen depths. Sadness has width, breadth, layers upon ethereal layers.
Deepen Your Understanding | Echoes in the Labyrinth