Thoughts spiraling, a cascade of echoes, lost voices colliding with the fractured light of memories, consuming shadows whispered beneath the veil of the unformed.
In this world, silence is the symphony, notes unheard yet felt in the marrow, resonating through the labyrinth of existence.
Like twin flames oscillating gently, tumbling through the air, they catch the flicker of fleeting thoughts, those translucent specters of what could have been.
Ripple through abandoned houses of memory, where dust hangs in the warmth of echoing laughter and silence colludes with bright moments.
Dive deeper into the Cartesian abyss, the geometry of your very essence, reflected and refracted until time bends back upon itself.