Oscillating Truths

At the edge of perception, where the tangible fades into a pulse of nocturnal mysteries, the truths begin to oscillate.

Here, reality calls softly with a voice as ancient as time itself, whistling across the galactic plains, ushering riddles spoken by chiffon winds.

Step beyond the borderless void.

Gaze into the abyss, through the lens that unlocks stars — homeward whispers swirl eternally like coiling flimsy ribbons...

and in the depth of an echoing heart, dimensions fold over dream-seeded truths.