In the infinite silence of a hollow void, ideas revolve, like celestial orbs, floating infinitely.
Links echo through layers of meaning, tangled in a rhythmic probing of thoughts lost in stardust. The edges of reality.
Perpetual cycles unravel within, akin to fragments of an old record retracing its scratch. Harmony amidst chaos.
Wanderer of realms, know this: you've become a mirror reflecting the cosmic. Onward to the spectral abyss.