Within the refracted whispers of the glass pane, lies a universe of silvery echoes. Here, the light bends in ways our linear thoughts seldom grasp.
Imagine a world not dictated by time, but by the gentle pulse of glassy vibrations, each ripple a message from lives unlived, choices untaken.
I write these words not from a place, but from a when—an integration of histories unraveling and rewriting the fabric of existence itself.
Would you, dear reader, join the dance of these interdimensional murmurs?
Listen closer.
Or perhaps you seek the path of transcendence.