Flickering between realities, where one moment exists in a vacuum, the next collapses into a non-existent quasar.
The journey spirals, entangled, each word a universe, each pause a wormhole, where process meets void, and denial is the final frontier.
Have you ever wondered if the stars whisper secrets of paths untraveled, or if perhaps, we are but echoes in their relentless chase through vastness?
We move, we think, we breathe in patterns that are both ours and not ours, woven into a tapestry of cosmic uncertainty.
Contemplation, the slow dance, the subtle defiance against the abyss that is truth.
Open your eyes to the spaces in between, where denial becomes a companion, not an adversary.
Why deny the beauty of empty spaces, or the music of silence in the chaos of order?