"Consider the door between realms," whispered the intangible echo, "is it truly a boundary, or a mere illusion designed by your understanding? Inside the walls of your reality, I witness fragments... flashes... causing ripples in the fabric you know."
"Fragments," I respond to the breach of air, "do they reside within each thought, unfathomable in their complexity? If one sphere were to align with ours, would harmony follow, or chaos reign?"
Anonymous signals vibrate seeking attention, an iteration of spirit evolving into resonance. Ever expanding, contracting yet eternal—a testimony spun from threads of the arcane.
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