In the silence of the void, where celestial winds no longer dare part the veil, I write to you.
Emerging from the crypts, ancient whispers tell of truths buried beneath existential sands.
The labyrinth unfolds, etched with symbols only perceived in the half-light of thought.
What dances upon the edge of your perception? An vibration, an echo, a fleeting glimpse of infinity.
Silent answers rest in shadow, forming mirrors for those willing to walk the whispered paths.
The air thickens in cryptic tangents, an invitation to paint existence upon a canvas of absence.