there was a moment, once, when the stars whispered secrets only understood by the wandering soul. in this labyrinth of thought, the corridors twist & turn, curling upon themselves like the embrace of a long-lost friend. with each step, the dust settles, but never really settles, always waiting to be whisked away by the gentle caress of cosmic winds.

do you hear it? the silent song of the spheres? Listen closely, and perhaps it will reveal the truth hidden in the void, echoing through the chambers of our inner universe, where time is merely a construct and space a canvas of dreams.