In silence, the universe speaks
Are we echoes in a dream?
A single thought in the ether waits
The mushroom knows, yet says nothing
In realms unseen, beneath the surface of being, there lies a story. Stories of tales never told beyond the edges of perception.
Whispered through slipping pages and woven through sighs, we seek to understand what cannot be understood.
Questions arise, like smoke, ephemeral and fleeting...
What is the essence of existence, if not a tapestry spun from the dreams of forgotten gods?
The mushroom speaks a language older than time—do you hear it, or is it lost in the wind?