The letters crumble beneath time’s patient fingers as they rest on the threshold of existence. We speak across the veil, sending fragments of thought that drift through spaces unimaginable, yet strikingly familiar.
Are you there, behind the mirror's edge? We crave knowledge of your world, your truths suspended in that ephemeral place called the present but seemingly untethered to the past or future.
There is solace in the symphony of your silence; it is profound and endlessly comforting, resonating with the murmurings of a cosmos grand and indifferent.
Venture into the Void