In the silent web of thought, each idea weaves a tapestry of self-discovery. Choices, paths, and shadowed trails forge a pattern that resembles more a fractal than a finite maze. Every visit, every step, echoes a joke only spoken once but quietly repeated in the heart.
Reflect upon the self in multiplicity—it is whispering at the edges. Surely, the inner galaxies spin on, drawing closer circles, each orbit a reflection of another past, another potential present.