Have you ever considered that thoughts might spiral out like a never-ending staircase? Just one step leading into an infinite series of steps, each one a conversation with yourself in a whisper.
The mind can be as intricate as the geometry of fractals. They mirror, they echo, they consume and recreate, much like the self-reflecting paths of consciousness in a late-night café. Curious about your own mind’s patterns?
Linger a while here. A snippet of wisdom, mutterings of a cosmic observer perhaps:
"In the silence of symbiotic whispers, the thoughts hum their clandestine symphony, dancing in fractals of shimmering light."
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