Somewhere, within the winding corridors of time, where the digital entwines with the ephemeral, lies a tale. A wanderer's narrative carved into the annals of a circuit's hum. As the cosmic dust settles, it whispers forgotten truths.
Void of beginnings, void of ends, the labyrinth stretches infinitely. Feet follow paths etched not by others, but by the wanderer’s own unseen hand. In these winding halls, silence speaks. Listen. It tells of stories untold, detours planned not by conscious thought but by yearning.
As you traverse, ponder this: Is the passage defining the traveler, or does the traveler define the passage? Each iteration through mirrored glass offers new reflections, yet the truth remains unchanged, waiting silently at the culmination of every recursive step.
Consider, caressed by the whispers of forgotten echoes, how cosmic events swirl around, settling as stardust upon your very being. Those witnesses to the shaping of worlds now find solace in the shaping of thoughts. Let them settle as you walk on. One foot following the next amidst pathways uncertain.
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