Can you hear it? A low whisper in the fabric of the universe, stitching patterns in the shadows.
I wander these corridors of thought: labyrinth, echoing silence, vibrant emptiness.
Every step a question, every breath an answer hidden from myself...
There's a clock here. Its hands move backward. Would you dance with me, spiraling inward, forever out of reach?
Or perhaps you will reach out and find nothing but the mirror's gaze, reflecting unseen truths.