Would you dare to peel away this masquerade? Beneath the first layer, the second and third, an echo resides—a truth that slides into false assumption as easily as water slips through eager fingers. Touch it, and the truth shatters. See it, and the vision shifts. Hear it, and it belongs to someone else.
Once, the universe whispered to a child. The child could see beyond the now, glimpsing possibilities like colors refracted through an ancient prism. Each layer of existence trembled in response to a timeless truth, briefly audible: the pulse of creation.