An echo upon an echo, within mirrors that never end.
In the labyrinthine halls of the cosmic mansion, a whisper travels through corridors unseen. The infinite dance of repetition swirls, where chaos births the most divine order. Eternity is but a fleeting moment trapped within the spiral of its own design.
"To understand is to unravel a thread, pulling at the seams of the universe's cloak," she said, her voice a soft tremor against the starlit void.
Yet, the ugliest truth lies in the perfection of imperfection. The cycle devours itself, a serpent eternally hungry. Here lies the moral: embrace the chaos, for therein lies the secret of serenity. An endless recursion, a cosmic loop, a fractal dream.