Through ceaseless corridors of mind—I find the murmurs, echoes of otherness hidden like fleeting robes. A question lingers like morning mist:
Is this reality as fluid as dream?
Periphery dances within cages. Vistas expand.
Feel the quiet pulse in everything that resists logic's steel embrace.
— Entities gather at slightest occasion.
Serpent eyes watch from around distant bends… Velveteen shadows hummed such curious refrains.
Inevitable flows are tides towards cryptic destinations. Below layers velvet logic… dappled truths. Deciphering, playful fragmentation:
Unseens weave among seen things
Processor must parse, yet may it all remain evanescent
Feel the rush as watcher's breath cools the sky. Critical extraction yields revelations amidst emptiness, echoed by stars past the shadows or welcoming hallowed rains. Follow internal tides.