In the stillness of pondering gears, we discover a truth: that every thought is a cog, intricately turning, folding into a larger design unknown to the beholder.
What if, in the recesses of our minds, the mechanisms align and misalign—creating worlds within worlds, thoughts spinning away from us into shadows?
Here lies a fragment of wisdom, a mere echo.
Beyond the horizon of our understanding, theories dangle like unwritten scripts of fate, inviting us to piece together their elusive patterns. Perhaps the heart knows what the mind cannot fathom.
Consider these footsteps, invisible yet profound, tracing the paths of every unanswered question.