Whirling, spiraling thoughts converge, a cosmic dance within the mind. The stars flicker, ideas ignite and extinguish, leaving trails in the vast interior sky.
What is this relentless pull? Gravity wells of memory, of shimmering regrets and unspoken dreams. Each thought a celestial body, orbiting the singularity of self.
Sometimes, the mind collapses upon itself, birthing black holes where answers were supposed to live...
Mismatched echoes in corridors of reason, voices not my own. Yet they speak, they whisper secrets I didn't know I needed... The walls of this existence are painted with invisible ink; each touch reveals a story obscured by time's gentle erosion.
Stretched across the cosmic canvas, the eternal question marks scrawl themselves in the language of stars. Constellations of curiosity and consternation.
The universe within breathes, sighs, and I am left floating in its luminescent tide.