In the corridors of consciousness, choices twist like serpents in a forgotten garden.
Every thought a door, bewitched by the echoes of an unseen destiny, we wander through shadows, seeking light in whispers.
Beneficial, yet poisonous, the noise of the world envelops the seeker, guiding and confounding, both mentor and mirage.
Reflect upon the spiral staircase of existence, where each step is a question, each landing a revelation.
Lift the Veil Echoes of the Hall Gaze into the Void