The thought begins, one spark ignited in the labyrinth of memory, cycling back to complete and turn into ten thousand shards...
each a fragment of sound in the vast echo chamber of the mind, where ideas bounce, overlap, and meld into...
the noise of whispered dreams just before dawn, carrying tales of endless nights slept under synthetic stars...
ticking clocks blurred in banality ticking ticks talking ticks in spirals of...
The journey we take through the pathways of neurons, is a journey to the center of our oblivion, cities of mind rebuilt...
a million times, overlapping layers, peeling, revealing, hidden under the concealed shadows of light...
and echoes whisper tales of forgotten tangibility, where reality intertwines infinitely in fractal lanes...