Existence speaks in soft murmurs.
The mind is a canvas unpainted, yet lines draw realities more profound than pigment can convey.
Wander through the corridors of perception, where every step echoes into eternity and the dark light of reason illuminates what is not.
"What does not exist casts the longest shadows." — Unknown Philosopher
In folds, truths linger like sheets veiling the dawn until dawn itself becomes the forgotten dream.