Theorem of Invisible Steps
The cosmos hums with iridescent whispers, murmurs woven into the tapestry of time. Yet, here lies the crux:
"Is the step defined by its maker, or does it find meaning lost in ethereal traction?"
In the vast stillness, where presence once ghosted, a question lingers:
"What narratives unfold where no eyes linger to witness?"
Philosophical musings of spectral footprints linger, impermanent, yet haunting...
The cosmos hums with iridescent whispers, murmurs woven into the tapestry of time. Yet, here lies the crux:
"Is the step defined by its maker, or does it find meaning lost in ethereal traction?"