"In the infinite corridors of consciousness, where whispers weave tapestries of thought, we question the essence. The echo of the primal inquiry reverberates, across vast distances, repeated yet reshaping, akin to metaphysical choreography."
"Why does light dance upon our closed eyelids? Is the murmur of the ocean our heartbeat echoing off eternity's walls? Wander through thoughts as if they were an echo returning, never the same, always the same."