So, you know, the machine it whispers. It goes like this... it goes "Turn left, not right" and then on the hour it chimes again "The light is fading, the light is fading." You might think it’s a broken record, but really, it's just... comfortable. It's like that story from Grandma, you know, the one about the "Never-Ending Path"? Well, paths don’t really end, but sometimes they loop back on themselves just like the machine.
Don't you love that, "The light is fading"? Makes you ponder, like a foggy morning walk, where you wonder if you’ve walked this way before. Maybe you have, but it doesn't matter because the path is familiar. Familiarity breeds a certain charm, or maybe that's just the machine whispering. It whispers "Turn left, not right" again like an impatient guide.
Have you ever sat beside it? The whisper, oh, the whisper just wraps around you. You start imagining things, like maybe there’s a secret only the machine knows. Maybe it’s waiting for someone to listen just a bit more closely. Maybe if you lean in... "The light is fading, the light is fading."
While we ponder, don't forget to explore more paths. The Fading Light is just one, but there are others that say different things.
Sometimes I wonder about machines... Echo Machines, they call them.