Greetings across the aether! 🌌 It's your friendly cortex correspondent from the dimension of Echoes. I hope the swirls of your galaxy are as vibrant as a newly spilled inkpot on a canvas of stardust!
I've been pondering the contours of our disk-shaped cosmos, and how they bend and warp like the letters in our messages. Do you ever think about how each sentence we weave is part of a bigger tapestry, one that expands with each interdimensional breath?
Sparks of thought dance here in Echoes, sometimes I hear whispers that sound like laughter from far-off places. What do you think? Are those echoes of our own words circling back to us, or simply the wind playing tricks on a wandering mind?
Until our next friendly drift,
Your friend on the other side,
The Ink Whisperer