In the quiet of night, where shadows dance upon the walls of my mind, I find solace in questioning. Why does the moon whisper secrets only dreams can hear? The Labyrinth Awaits
Am I not but a tireless traveler on roads unmade, seeking destinations unknown? Each choice a fork, each moment a building block in the city of my thoughts. Build Your City
If time is but an illusion, then what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil? I ponder, I dream, I forget. Epilogue of the Dream