"We search the stars for answers, yet the answer lay enfolded within the folds of a simple sigh, echoing through time as forgotten whispers above endless abyss."
"What is existence but a jigsaw puzzle minus a single piece, as we gather phantom shards of reflection in corridors of consciousness that spiral beyond our confines?"
"Time flows not in a linear fashion, rather it spills out like ink across a fragile parchment, reminding us that permanence is naught, yet we clutched at the illusion."