Within the corridors of perception, there lies a conundrum; a presence felt, yet absent, like the rhythm of musical silence.
Do we exist only within the bounds of consciousness, or do we echo into the film of eternity, flickering and fading as mist on an ocean’s breath?
And in this liminal dance, the soul constructs its labyrinth, threading together shadow and light in an ephemeral symphony.
Have you pondered the equation of reality, where all equals nothing and all?