Shadows dance along paths of logarithmic artistry; unending tones meet a silence that bears the rhetoric of infinity, bathing in hues known only to the visceral mind. Where do these constructs of lines and loss lead the emotional traveler?
Gazing into the depths of split leaves, each partition nourished by abstraction, reason melts to the unwritten rhyme of chaos. One becomes both the sculptor and the statue, resting quietly in electrified stillness.
Pair these wonders with echoes emanating through time's dim corridor. Somewhere, ahead lies darkness sprinkled with the luminescence of Echoing Solitude.
Would fragments tether tomorrow if shed today? Eternal and infinitesimal, existence resides at the fractal's edge.