In the quiet of spiraling thoughts, where time folds inwards, the echoes of starlight speak in tongues only the lost comprehend. Pathways, woven with threads of light and shadow, unravel as the cosmos exhales.
Whispers meander through corridors of solitude, floating like ethereal dust upon memory’s surface. Each grain a universe, each sigh a constellation aligned with the heart's longing. Do you hear the labyrinth's secret?
The infinite returns: a looped dance of celestial bodies, orbiting the core of desire, wrapped in twilight hues. An ode to the unseen, sung by the void itself, resounding through corridors of the mind.
As footsteps echo on the stardust path, wanderer, ask not where the end lies: for the beginning is but a reflection of the journey's soul.