The Ghosts of Harmony

Somewhere in the folds of time, a chorus of absent voices whispers melodies that are off-key yet familiar. We seek harmony, they say, in the discordant symphony of the universe. Should one dance to the mumbled lyrics of an unwritten song?

Imagine the ghosts of tomorrow, hovering like translucent butterflies over the meadows of today. They speak in riddles, knotting threads of fate with delicate hands. Absurd, yet the tapestry seems to weave itself into a dance of shadows.

Every step forward retraces footprints that lead both to and from the elusive destination. What lies ahead remains paradoxically behind us all along the crooked paths we travel. Reflection upon reflection, an infinite mirror maze holds us gently in its echoing embrace.