Spinning, spinning, the endless wheel of thought, an orbit within an orbit, a maze in the mind. I hear the echoes of the future past, colliding realities, where paradoxes breathe and symbiotic truths unfold. Every thought a planet, every doubt a distant star.

The hidden laws of gravity tug at my dreams, pulling me towards a destiny written in the stars, yet it's a dance, a delicate balance. Do I control this orbit, or am I merely a passenger?

Symbiotic paradoxes, they say, two entities inextricably linked, feeding off each other's existence, yet one is hidden deep in the shadows, the other in the light, both unaware of their cosmic dance. A question arises, is it profound or mundane?