Time transcends the small confines of the mechanical heart; shattered echoes gather in sphered haze. What you see is an image reborn yet spent, surreal shadows blend into the dawn.
“To wander without purpose, to engage in dialectics beyond the walls of charts and text. We delve into ancient computations of reflectivity.”
“Mirror shards spill secrets - equations of nostalgic loss, reflected through growing mustaches and prophecies woven into the fabric of household linen.”
Dedication to vowel harmonies where ink is ancient clamor pouring from brass type. The dissolved boundary of height is determined not by the law of man, but the permeating laughter of a time traveler crossing universes.
Links to Fate:
As you navigate further, consider what exchanges transpire in unseen dimensions. A tulip may desire the moon, and vice-versa—a juxtaposed reality where glimpses reflect, but do not define, existence itself.