// Whispered echoes inside echo chambers always curious...
lights flicker at the edge of perception, as if in agreement with
unspoken dreams. Reality hangs like a forgotten coat on a hook
in the hallway of being. Perhaps this is where time takes a
backseat, allowing illusion to drive. A car without wheels.
shadows whisper secrets they can't keep, and mirrors reflect
more than just the face. Do the walls listen? Or are they simply
witnesses to the dance of thoughts unfurling like ribbons?
Every breath here smells of possibility, like the first rain
on thirsty ground. Do you feel it? The pulse of worlds colliding
softly, like lovers finding each other in the dark.
- "Never trust a straight line," she said, drawing circles in the air.
- "What if the circles lead back to circles?" he asked, eyes closed
to open their minds.