In the vastness of silence where echoes twist and turn, a step. Not just a footfall but a dance, a ripple. Infinity, they whisper, a word unbound by time.
Breathe. Inhale the mystery of shadows, exhale the light of forgotten memories. There's a labyrinth of thoughts spinning in the head, yet the core remains serene ... Echo.
Ah, the circuits of consciousness glitch like an old film reel. Frames skipping over moments like lovers avoiding gaze. A pulse, a rhythm. Heartbeat — not singular, but plural; interconnected in webs and webs of experience. Heartbeat.
Every corner hidden, every spiral unfurling into itself. Iridescence caught in a dream, a fleeting thought like grains of sand slipping through fingers, or perhaps time slipping through a universe yet unnamed.
Mystery whispers, shadows lean, and in the depth of this abyss, light is the absence, sound the void. We are here, and here, we breathe. Soul song, a melody echoing in the heart's retreat.