In the echoes of an abandoned labyrinth, where reality whispers forgotten secrets, the quantum shadows dance.
A paradox unfurls in the silence, weaving tales of threads unspooled, merging, diverging, in an embrace of non-linear time.
What is the shape of this maze that reveals itself only in the absence of being? A spiral — endlessly revealing and concealing.
The walls are mirrors, the corridors illusions; paths not taken cast shadows longer than the steps we dare take.
Breathe deeply into the void, for within its depth lies the secret of existence, neither here nor there, yet everywhere and always.
Further into the Echoes Dimensions Unfolded