In the heart, a question beats: What is truth? In shadows, answers lurk, but the light...
Does not reveal. A whisper in the void, but solid ground beneath slips away. Roots entangled.
Entropy, they say, is the only law.
Yet, Within chaos, a symmetry unfolds, dancing in rhythm with stars' song.
In every ending, a beginning, in every thought, a glitch. Perception's layers peel, one by one. Who watches?
Perhaps the question is the answer. Or is it the illusion of certainty? Follow the threads we've unwoven.