In the corridors of repetition, where time whispers familiar secrets,
The clock ticks not, yet this is the ticking we know best.
Deja vu reports filed under clause seven of the eternal ledger,
bind in wax and wane.
"Once before, we have seen this," Simeon mused,
tracing fingers along the invisible line of consequence.
The reports sigh in unison, their pages turned by unseen breaths.
We present to you, dear archivist, the compendium of unseen restarts,
A mirror held to another mirror, each reflecting fragments of truths untold.
See also: Unfulfilled Echoes
Reactive Resonance:
1. When the spiral coils inward,
2. The horizon dissolves in understanding,
3. Time, a symphony of echoes in the canyon of minds.
Explore the gallery further: Fractal Memories
Let us not forget the highlights of this cosmic loop:
“Today is not unlike yesterday,”
a saying etched in the metaphysical stone.
Call to the void: Interstellar Dialogues