Between the light and shadow lies an echo, responding to questions unasked.
The horizon bends, whispers of broken mirrors reflect a self, fragmented yet whole.
Footsteps on a path paved with thoughts not mine. Wandering, yet here I find myself.
Silence speaks, and a thousand voices echo in the chamber of solitude.
Time stretches thin, like a thread spun between realities untold.
What exists beyond the self? A question more sincere than any answer.
A canvas splattered with shades of introspection, waiting—a world unseen.
Emptiness cradles the essence of every possibility, solitude's gentle embrace.