They say the quiet holds secrets; whispers fading with the dusk. In the shadows, intentions hide, weaving tapestries of introspection too intricate to comprehend at daylight.
Stand at the precipice, stare into the unfathomable void. Listen to the heartbeat of the universe; it thunders with ancient wisdom, forgotten truths lurking beneath layers of uncertainty.
Dare to unravel the hidden strands of your own fabric, each thread a choice, a consequence, an unopened door. Fear not what lies beyond; embrace the silent storms within.
"What do you seek when the light abandons you?" dream mechanism