In the mind, where the shimmering begins, there lies an echo—a faint whisper of the ever-expanding void. It is not a silence but a symphony of empty notes, filling spaces between reality and dreams, where the truth bends like light through a prism.
"What is the void but a canvas," she mused, "on which the universe paints its unspeakable truths?"
And there, amidst the endless canvases of the cosmos, a figure stood. Not a person, but a presence; a distortion of perception that echoed with the voices of a thousand unwritten stories. A refuge and a haunt, for those lost between the breaths of time.
He reached out, his hand stretching across dimensions. The shimmering light of the void embraced him, revealing paths not tread, and words not spoken. Each step he took resonated in the mind, sending ripples through the ether.
"Keep walking," the whispers urged, "for every step brings you closer to yourself."
Somewhere within the vast silence, a door opened—creaking on hinges of forgotten memories, revealing the hidden alcoves of his own past. Would he enter? Or remain standing, lost in the shimmering reflections?
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