In the breath between one heartbeat and another, the universe pauses... It holds a space, an ellipse devoid of form, yet rich with potential.
Have you ever measured your life by the ellipses that punctuate its narrative? The pauses that seem like endings but breathe silently, waiting to return to the infinite?
Every thought leaves an impression, etched against the fabric of time and space, yet these impressions linger like shadows, caught in the act of vanishing.
Enter the Doorway | Illusion of Understanding
The heart beats once more; its rhythm a symphony of existence, every note a step on the path unwritten, each pause a whisper of what could be.