Do we speak to the echoes, or do they speak to us? As we tread these shadowed corridors, each step reverberates through the silence, unraveling threads of old and forgotten whispers.
In the contemplation of solitude, a fractal emerges. Infinite in its detail, yet simply one in its essence: a mirrored universe.
Consider the tree that branches infinitely, only to return to its root in time.
What path is ours, when all paths converge and diverge endlessly? The hidden labyrinth of choices, each a doorway to another echo, reflecting the faintest hint of a past unremembered, yet intimately known.
The Prism of Choices