They say dreams are the echoes of our subconscious, a symphony played by the orchestra of our minds. But what if oblivion is merely the beginning? What if each step into the void is a step towards the infinite?
The traveler wanders through corridors of time, doors opening to realms unseen, where the ground beneath is a memory and the sky above is a canvas yet to be painted. Every breath is a question: who am I, when the world fades into whispers?
Imagine pierce of reality, enforced by unseen forces. A line of thought, drifting like a feather in a tempest, hauntingly aware of its fragility, yet anchored to the cosmos by invisible threads.
To journey through oblivion is to dance in the shadows of what could be, embracing the enigma of existence. And in the heart of the abyss, perhaps, there lies a mirror reflecting a truth we dare not confront.
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