In the labyrinth of the mind's abyss, every turn whispers secrets secreted away by time, its echoes a cascade of cascading reason.
Hollow halls, curves leading nowhere, think of the pigeon in mechanical flight, a clockwork progeny yearning for rain-soaked ground.
PassagewaysBreathless, yet the breath knows no bounds, the current of thought, a rhythm untamed by the shores of space.
Trapped in an embrace with infinity, folding back into itself; whispered lies and whispered truths entwined.
Query the MirageAbove all, the stars sing, silent wisdom suspended in celestial labyrinths, as the dew collects on memories yet unknown.
A woven tale, a spiral of moments, all seeking that fabled wellspring of the forgotten dawn.
Forward to the Wellspring